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Feb 2012
The Maiden Maddalena turned her child's face down
And shook out, unfurled like so many a herald's banner,
Her rapids of sunray'd scarlet-gold hair,
And with the frantic stretch of a marionette,
She let the white flesh of her arms extend
And let the shimmering sunrays spill into a glass.
Elizabeth Mayo
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Elizabeth Mayo  Tampa, FL
(Tampa, FL)   
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