Déjà Vu - Bruce Cockburn

    Déjà Vu
    glass cafe faces
    fade into the wash
    of brick-dust-yellow afternoon

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

    Déjà Vu
    sun on hair dancing
    to breeze-borne snatches
    of a lost music box melody

    (oct. 22/72  Toronto)


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