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     a lyric response by Laszlo Slomovits
     to a painting by Kristen Heremanson

It has just started to rain. The storied glory
of the Alhambra is just a reflection
of shadows on the surface of a pool.

But this drop that has just landed…
strange word — landed — to use for
water re-entering water... this drop…

strange word — drop — for
something that has fallen so far
and now is no longer dropping,

no longer itself, no longer separate
from what it has rejoined. A small swirling
whirlpool hints at the depth of its merging.

Nearby, pale gold light washes over
the water. Strange word — washes —
for light reflecting off the face of water.

It has just started to rain. We are now there
and here to see that single drop drop.


Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan




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