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Saturday, February 13, 2016

As If They Were Polished Wood


Changing again the vacuum
cleaner bag full of dirt
dragged in by successive
shoes and paws

lit through a window
with glass old enough
to have eventually run
like rain
down itself

balanced on one foot
hands hyperextended
the apsaras on the bookcase
dance so slowly
we do not see them
moving.


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