Debussy at Dusk


A poem by Laurie Kuntz.

Cat on balcony - islands


The house above mine, on the hill
neighbors I do not know,
are playing Debussy, at dusk.

Outside, on a blue ledge, I sit and listen,
the cat comes, too.
Something old, something new,
something borrowed, something blue.

Sometimes, the marriage of the unexpected
adds a bit of calm to the approaching night.


Laurie KuntzPoem and photo by Laurie Kuntz
More poems by this author on Osho News
Previously published in Indiana Voice Journal

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