Paradelle 6

Paradelle For Morning

By Camille C. Patty

Wait, and listen to the air's weighty anticipation.

You are like a transparent apple, fallen in rhythm.

Like weighty airs to the apple, you listen in a fallen

rhythm, wait, and are transparent anticipation.

Bird Calls beckon something, then announce your return.

A basket woven inwardly, I receive in morning.

Receive a woven basket. I beckon your return inwardly,

then announce morning, something in bird calls.

This script for touch shivers like coldness or fear.

It is the thin skin of apple, a clear yellow glowing.

Glowing or thin, the apple skin is like a clear script.

It shivers fear yellow for this coldness of touch.

A clear script for rhythm, your bird calls

are a weighty listen inwardly, something like fear.

You wait, or return in like anticipation of air's coldness,

then beckon, and receive it. The yellow transparent apple,

fallen in a morning basket. Touch is glowing apple

shivers. I announce this to the thin woven skin.

章 73: Paradelle 6