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THE HANDSTAND |
AUGUST 2003 |
 LOOKING FOR VIOLET Mid-stream The back of an old chair With horsehead carvings The race-mounts head to tail A heron rising Ghosts A moment of recognition Intensified your search Spanish or Roma Superimposed Attraction became, a dust-sprite Bumble-bees, Tossing a blond tapestry From lairs Where moss would drive A velvet surface. Our eyes smile Though a dead lark Spread; fine eyes Harsh one-line brow, beak ; Rapid tense air-flight Yes, ghosts Of another event. Now in the dark Eyes open Destiny overtakes us.  |
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