Swept

The echo of a jharu that sweeps

Accompanies the eyelash that weeps

At dawn sip a draft from the flagon of wine

Hear avian song and a lute’s plaintive whine

Lyrics that came while crossing Queen and Yonge

Seemingly off the beaks of little birds that sung

Never been quite drunk as the time I am with her sober

Balancing ground and zenith, God’s gift of mid-October

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