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An eclipse in the eye’s centre
coronal fire – of the light

which dances on your neck
and leaves which whirl

past the window
haunting our house

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Note:

The image of leaves strung on the air, in autumn, when they dance over the top of the house and could have fallen from the sky, haunts me, and so it took on an element of magic when I welcomed it after looking into her eyes in the light of dawn.