Anne remembered br The taste of the honeydews br Which had never been the same again br br The sapphire mornings br Was passed off br As certain enigmatic distance br br It was a meditation on life and love br Illusions that had often fluttered around her head br Like nocturnal beasts but dissolved into a glimpse of scandalous story br br (dedicated to a great poet, Dana Gioia)br br Ahmad Shiddiqibr br