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Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on January 26, 2009

Plastic vision

you cornered her in white.

Soon the puddles in your reflection

shook the silver air

and you were gone.

Then it was a moment

blue searching green

a tiny marriage–no–tiny sex act

a midday consummation

of recognized sorrow.

The children will be

bitter, sagging fruit.

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