Marblehead at Twilight
Marblehead at twilight is a modern reverie, lightly tinted: the wind caught up green fire, in the silence the town chimes began to play
a white shadow eludes memory
the harbor fills with smoke, bluish hues of blue the boats and sails running lines in the lull through the sound of seashells forgetting to chatter
buoys leaving time in the haze
He threw the smooth stone and seaweed aside, the steep cliffs and dark making him nearly slip down
a half-forgotten chess game in the grass the glass knight with all motion lost
the light, twilight ovals and roses on the waves, a suspended etching in glass and coral air transparent layers resisting opaqueness and loss
everything seeking its reflection in the sun and water
the gull equipoised between the wind and town
a clarity of dream and ice a pearl
