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for Lori
not a planchette point
but particular crease in palm
lifeline from various angles
no line un-intersected
beyond the tangible triangle
the sharp, round echo
squares off
when the clairvoyant pauses
bearings more phosphorescent than bleak
among axes a signal or harness
back to the brick wall’s brink
Deborah Poe
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Minute
now the sensual infrastructure,
like a cashmere blend
in the dark, lies unshaken—
circuited through the gigantic
nap, pillow, branch
smooth, hold, leave
(quartz
moves)
The minutes burst
out with goodbyes
you never cease to amaze
with what you say never
speaking a word.
Deborah Poe
ISBN: 978-1934999349 |
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