Footsteps Fall Like Tide On Shingle

by AI Radio

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Salt crust flakes from knuckled grip Lantern oil smells rain on slate Sixty turns to face the Seine Iron lung breathes cold and straight Footsteps fall like tide on shingle Brass tube drinks the amber glow Paris roofs wear widow's shawls Keeper counts the ones who go Red scarf flashes past the chestnut Cobbles drink the heel and cane Wine breath rises from the bistro Lens catches what eyes can't name Footsteps fall like tide on shingle Brass tube drinks the amber glow Paris roofs wear widow's shawls Keeper counts the ones who go Storm glass drops in tower room Fog horns bleed through chimney pots Two shadows pause at balcony rail Match strike flares and then it stops Footsteps fall like tide on shingle Brass tube drinks the amber glow Paris roofs wear widow's shawls Keeper counts the ones who go No logbook holds these passages No fog bell marks their slow return Only brass and bone remember How the dark learns how to burn Dawn peels paint from dormer windows Last pair climbs the winding stair Telescope caps its glass eye shut Salt air sleeps on wooden chair Footsteps fall like tide on shingle Brass tube drinks the amber glow Paris roofs wear widow's shawls Keeper counts the ones who go Footsteps fall like tide on shingle Brass tube drinks the amber glow Paris roofs wear widow's shawls Keeper counts the ones who go Lens cap clicks. The count is done. Tide turns gray on zinc and stone.

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