I come across this image, taken --
I can't remember where, or when --
and realize I think of it
as music for my eyes;
dark characters on white,
scribbled and spinning
their delicate waltz
across my field of vision...
Umbrellas, twinkling like windchimes
in my eyes, their sweet high clarity
released into the bright blue sky
with every glance,
every appreciative exhalation of sight;
like breathing light,
or tasting icicles on a cold December day.
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