The solitary line

Euclid drew

with a dead twig

has one sad end

under my mute bed.

The other end

is under your feet

If I may say so

one side step away

(from the Euclidean line)

there is sun

and summer

of the origins.

And the tree

around the corner

has leaves of exactitude

and meanings

that are ripe ahead

of the season

falling

with mild bursts.

On the other side

is autumnal calm

in the citadel

under the siege

of bridesmaids.

Before the knot

tightens

around the rooster’s neck

there is time for

another round of applause.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­Drawing at this point

the only possible

line parallel to the first

the enemies sat down

for the feast.

( ______________ )

2007

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