L'AMOUR DE TROIS ORANGES
(LOVE FOR THREE ORANGES )


frozen lake
the moon
going: "O"

the clock
preaching to me
in a voice like Time

I escape to memory
the clock now
nothing but a distant dot

moon
looking in the big window
smiling upon the humans

the shouts
of midnight skaters
the hiss of ice

an empty room
an empty night
ticking of a clock

whistles Prokofiev
the dog barks in time
he winds up the clock