Inky Star

Author: David Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-01-3

A very personal collection of poems covering childhood, solitutde and loss.

From Inky Star

L’Horloge D’Orsay

The great clock is before me
but I am behind it, inside;
our faces are reversed and the long steel
grind backwards each minute.

Behind me a tall cream sail,
cut down its center,
stretches to ease the glare of time.
There is no wind within the clock to
send us back.

Through the clock lie the Seine, the
and much further, edged by the clock’s
the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
The white marble balzes in the light;
the same light
The stings my eyes,
that stills my sails.

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