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May 2019
The earth-dark octaves of her singing hair,
Sung-circles of campagna, the citadel,
And campanile bells in the Segestano air.
The pail sits like an expectant kiss on the lip of the well.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  54/M/Virginia
(54/M/Virginia)   
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