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… the subjects of literature in the final
analysis are fairly limited, it’s essentially
all about either betrayal or about love
or good luck.
              – Joseph Brodsky (PNR 217)

Well, well, Brodsky, about skin;
about how grass grows on my lawn
more it’s cut, kind of redemption;
about how bloom of Oriental poppy
eats up light, glowing in it;
how cat, content, lies on rug
flat out, black and white,
tail arranged in elegant punctuation.

All in view saturated with seeing; 
seeing saturated with my being here.
(There, on window ledge,
two elegant, glass candle holders
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