Saraband for an Afternoon
Joseph R. Trombatore

On the turntable
Helen Forrest is singing “Corn Silk”

Scissortails weave
among watercolor clouds

My feet dance
in the fatness of green

Deep blue
acrobats above my head

A canopy
of a summer’s afternoon

Undulating leaves
one octave above emerald

On limbs
of sepia & muscled ochre

Places where spiders
& fairy tales emerge

When colors
grow tired at end of day

into shadows like honey bees

& old men
hang their coats up in dark closets

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