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LEAVE THE SKY TO WHO SHALL WEAR Paula Mendoza |
that vast blue drag. In shade, I paled Sung in the dark, the paths the long unlit I unearthed her. and tender with hum. a clock engined with tripwire Eyes, the colour puce. If she dies tomorrow, I will leave
__ If not muses, then let it be demons. Magdalene had seven. I have one whose face is several. This poem is a homecoming. |