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Poem for My One-Legged Lover, the Wine Glass, No. 54 Her glance Stayed on the air In my front yard. The disembodied glance is flat, Immobile, But appears as Three-dimensional, Mobile. I waited several weeks For her glance To have a face. The face never appeared, Her body never appeared. But her bare feet appeared, Her toenails Were painted purple.
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