RSVP The windy hostess cloud and purple sun,
Leaves of melting seasons, every fern and poplar,
Make room in your turning calendar days of Whispers
And secrets poised for a prince far beyond the silent sea.
Oh dancer in such a palace as this, table set and china readied
waiting for the guests to
arrive, maddening the invisible chattering
as her soiree takes on the afternoon, muddled Cirrus, curious wren,
silent mist and queen of spades all subject to direction,
waiting for her there.
Ron Kempton
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