(C) R.L.K.
....
as the morning bells ring
mist from the river
veils the trees
....
the play of a morning sunbeam
as the dust rag glides
across the piano top
....
at close of day
the shimmering air
just before the rain
....
after the last train
only the sound of the wind
through the empty depot
....
the weary old moon
pauses a moment
over the riverbed
