below,

on the clementine
tiles kissed

to the wooden rooftops,
charred cutouts

of winter
sting & flicker

their
gypsy arpeggios,

enticing & bright
as the drifting tide
of white roses’

light.
Below,

on the clementine
tiles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Stella LÖRCHER