The houses by a canal in a city
briefly glimpsed and so remote
that even now the place remains
and still goes sans its name
were in some deep and dear way
reminiscent of that village far
away and its homes under bright
red roofs—for they have all
admitted to their porticoes and
through the panes further inside
a part of the Heavens arched
on that day above as God himself
must have wanted it to happen
and so ever held, remembered.
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