(If I could draw an outline
with this pencil if I only had
compound eyes) uprising, blond
as an object greets the air change
his slow unspoken reel unbending
at the knee at the door-pillar
smiling lips risen over teeth half
turning pica or bookface
if I could draw a date with this
pencil full shirt long amours
in the bowers bicycle at 45
degrees it'd cross an edge Willy
chose on Victoria Avenue salute
a tossed floral dress there, a citrus tree..
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