Non-Erotic PoetryDali's KeyShutters clatter closed
and awnings dim the noon.
Deserted courtyards wait where
dusty dogs stretch dozing in the heat.
A hot wind billows curtains
through wide-open windows
and the city dreams.
His hands relax the key
slips through long fingers
to chime on the plate.
Siesta is over
and he rises, refreshed
to look out over
shimmering sea once more.
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