The tide had receded
When the year was less than 24 hours in,
The Flaneur returned to an elysium
of winter birds and evocative ruins
Late sun delineated familiar haunts
A sphinx contemplates the remote
All your cities lie in dust
Lion and stag,
torso and trousers,
The moon got involved
Red trees and green grass,
January the first
1 January 2015
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