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This poem is taken from PN Review 258, Volume 47 Number 4, March - April 2021.

From gridlines Jane Duran
after Agnes Martin

‘The Peach’ 1964

graphite and ink on paper
      mounted on board

well, it’s forgotten now
that peach I knew

I bit into
that gave me back

only beige, graphite,
ink, sanity

and orchard after orchard


some days I also search
for its certainty

with tape or string
a T-square, pencil

or paint. I lean into it

here and there a tremor
in my hand indicates

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