Parading

The evening sun reposes

dangling its skeletal hand as shadowy
on a honey-colored cloud,
on a honey-colored cloud,
dangling its skeletal hand as shadowy
dangling its skeletal hand as shadowy
waves pass through its fingers. —Meret Oppenheim, translated by Kathleen Heil
waves pass through its fingers.
—Meret Oppenheim, translated by Kathleen Heil

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