Bruce cockburn

Deja vu

Bruce cockburn
deja vu
glass cafe faces
fade into the wash
of brick-dust-yellow afternoon

deja vu
slow lines on pages
shape words like echoes
of a ball bounced in an empty street

deja vu
sun on hair dancing
to breeze-borne snatches
of a lost music box melody

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