— Judith Oppenheimer
A Brandenberg Concerto playing to the large red sun.
A harlequin’s palate of purple caenothus and roses
punctuating red sky.
White German Shepherd smiling at the gate,
fox-face welcoming child battered soul.
Freesias declaring their presence with sweet spicy smell–
red, yellow transparencies
catching afternoon sun on a blue table.
The silence– infinity.
Once again, the Brandenberg.