On the Archduke’s Estate
It is near dusk when I arrive
and lights a little glaucous show across
the Danube. In the park, beeches
are walking their elephant feet
from lawn to lawn,
and tropical oaks deposit
huge acorns on the lanes.
The carriage house,
now unmanned and unhorsed
at the end of an avenue of twisted
its ochre to the night. Moss
swells everywhere with Danube
mist, the ground itself is slippery.
No girls play and jump
puddles, no nannies run after
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