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Liz Waldner has poems forthcoming in The Journal, Pool, and New American Writing. Email a friend >> Printable version >> |
Photo (Op/tative) Synthesis
The general increase in green
accords in me
with a growing and specific gravity
about — it hopes —
to be undone like a bud.
What kind of leaf
or the existence of bugs
or the always later rumor
of ravishment by wind or water
don’t interest me.
Sun does.
Come close.
Come slow.
And look me again in the eyes
as you do. |
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