Vermeer
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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 . . .