MaNHaTTaN Linear

by Ralph Robertson

windowed
          autumnal lights
glow
          in checker-board
                                        crystal.

a table,
         plique a jour,
a chair,
         repousssé,
the marigolds of rain
                                       unfolding.

hidden cracks
           betray
                       smooth textures.
still-life birds
            in my garden
                                      whisper.

deep and distant
           shadows cling,
extolling
           in vision,

                           touch me . . . 
                                     touch me . . .