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Jan 2017
we drove late afternoon
                 over the ***** Rhein,
                 the sky fake with orange,

to Bonn, to a house of cool, emplty rooms,
                white with words, dark with chords,
                to an elegant HammerflΓΌgel;

for my father the end of a journey,
               but the start of the sublime.
for A.F. Philibert
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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