Knitting the Brume
Light streams manipulate vaporous violin strings
meandering about open casements;
flantando melodies float, dream bridged sighs.
At table, coffee steam rises, knitting the brume,
hooding her sorrow pricked eyes.
Copyright, November 15, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson
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