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Electra
By Paul Cameron Brown
Fantasy, Capri. The edge of a pillow.
Certain words - murmur, seashells.
A face beckoning thru time, lacy windows with
purple shades simultaneously drawn.
Tears of gold. Love signs,
glass of champagne.
A tree of hemlock nearby. A delightful print
tablecloth that signals the breeze. The courtier
in fancy dress. Twin bottles of vintage wine abreast
rider and horse.
Potables. A blue eggshell. The sun stirring Virginia Creeper
that moves in unison with the wind.
Electra and electricity, the current that prods the mind.
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