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Mar 2017
I feel with shy hands
and speak from a shy mouth,
and I wish I knew well enough
before I threw myself in the woods
that there's no chance
of being sure as bone
and tough as day, not when
your spine is made of white willow
and you bleed lotus and amaryllis.
Vincent JFA
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Vincent JFA  Long Island
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