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0–7 |
From a stocking covered leg or the side of the pram
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clasped, the world from knee high is just, just is. |
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7–13 |
And can handstand against the wall. |
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Bare feet soak up the sun, second hand. |
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13–18 |
Aureole-brushed, the trees and I are skinny |
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dipping. Chattering branches clustered in the wind. |
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18–21 |
A stray cat adopts us. |
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It’s official. We are a couple. |
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26–28 |
I leap, fearful of heights. |
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Crumpled sheets beneath the clock tower. |
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30–now |
Towels on the trellis, wood smoke in your hair. |
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Heart throb, green man, you redefine the moon. |
