Sheep Meadow

French spoken
across the snow
on Sheep Meadow
evokes a very rich hour
of the Duke of Berry …
three men traversing
a field of snow—
one of them alone—
hedged by trees
on the south side
where the towers
of the city rise …
one of those hours
in early afternoon
when nothing happens
but time makes room
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