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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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