Ah the Delight … By Franco Fortini
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Ah the delight of dawn!
Over the grassy lawn
the spark of silk, of silk
spat out by some small spider
to be the breeze’s pawn.
A distant siren whines
from the freeway. Sun shines!
What a Sunday, what peace!
An old man’s tidy peace,
his favorite hour of all.
The ants march on in rows.
They’re off to do who knows
what harm to the ripe pears …
Such sun now on the wall!
The lizards heed its call.
Source: Poetry (December 2007).
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