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    A Nocturne for Eurydice

    Mar 15, 2022 2 minutes

    for “the maiden in her dark, pale meadow”

    Twilight through the roof of a rain forest
    shatters like a chandelier of green glass,
    the shrillness strafed by keening cicadas
    and unseen flocks of cockatoos that caw
    their catcalls at the meltdown of the sun.

    Dimming of the day bronzes a pathwaythat we follow under vaults of booyongdown a terraced stairway to this canyonof warm mist, where a waterfall loiters,draped in a grotto, like a soaked sarong.

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