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Found Poem 1987

PROFILE

Your framed profile sits beneath

a bunch of tightly shut anemones.

By the time they blossom

you will lie beside another.anemones

Bloody purples, pinks and reds—

even virgin whites—

will trumpet your

betrayal.

All attempts to hold you

or to leave you have failed.

I watch the tender petals spread

raining spores upon your photo.

Each reveals a layered center,

each one brilliant,

each distinct.

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