Phoenix

Frame against a tree —
or a ruin
or a cupboard
or, a denied memory.

Charred by war…
was it love —
Is deception war?
Deny what, healing memory?

A train will arrive.
Speak low, and redeem
in Parisian heels.
Embrace on bicycle, his Nelly.

Headlight against lamplight.
Veil, some lips,
on some red; stationed tiptoes.
Voice, signature — sing slow.

Estate: and a jam sandwich.
Is it the hair?
Was it the gait?
Deny it was him who ever played piano.

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