TEN LINES FOR TIME
Wagon wheel spokes desert dusk
Moon craters through a telescope
Clouds an afterthought
Crickets trill Indian summer
Clicking of leaves.
Rain rhythms tropical songs
Drum beats a penitentiary
Candle wicks spitting
Creaks of a dark confessional
The whispering of sins.
In The Confessional -- Giuseppe Maria Crespi
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