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Notebook Poems
tbyron
Sure,
It was a
cobweb...
But I was reminded of
the ballet
Such excellent dancing
An agile swan
or tender fish-
Suddenly it's jerks
become violent,
like a man in some
harness,
Or fresh at the
sleepy gallows,
Angel of my form,
Why have you
come here?
Where will your
night shades bring
us this time?
Autumn 1991
Revised
1/19/2021
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