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This poem is taken from PN Review 196, Volume 37 Number 2, November - December 2010.

Poem Beginning with a Line of Andrew Crozier John James

of this, see, she returns on tentative bloody feet

into the light offer of hope shed by the sun
a protective skein or do I mean skin which warms to its touch
even as I speak of you thinking of Jean
with a glass of wine & a loaf of bread as
a cloud passes over & our smiles fade for a moment
then return as after lunch we talk things over
with no idle word

I reach toward the poetry of kindred
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