The Moya View
The cat followed the play of sunlight through the window as the day wore on:the recourse of gable roofs caught in the little town’s slanting brown stillness the diaphane of color floating through the lace curtainmoths seeking a wall’s asylum from the beating ceiling fanthe incantation of the father praying over the steaming cup of tea, three cooked eggs in a bowl- the table set for the other for a long time nowthe soot smudge, on the white wall next to the open door- the gnossienne shadow of willows in the field beyond the black suitcase on wheels waiting for the leave ——————————————————————————————————————————————————-Notes:Diaphane is French for diaphanous.Gnossienne: Any of several musical compositions or a thing having a dance-like quality.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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Very evocative. Filled with great words. Excellent
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