All in white
descended on my doorstep,
in a cloud of cologne:
the amoretto, the deuce,
the quicksilver son
are an intercession.
Other poems about visits, hellos and good-byes:
On a traffic island halfway across High Road, evening
In this place, I eat butternut soup
Winterreise: on the table – a glass of water
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