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orchard dwelling

orchard dwelling

 

Let me tell of a scented French apple orchard

set before a house of stone still warmed and

painted gold by setting sun

 

Better perhaps to tell of it in French? –

but then again right now the language of the

telling really does not matter

 

For already the picture’s painted clear in you

behind your eyes and in your heart and you

sense without a further word

 

that you are here