Patricia Fritsche Poems

i.
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In retrospect

linear visions
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Fire always seems

To sear a molten forgiveness
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Space retired itself, until

ready
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As with most, or decisions

Lost with translation
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Twirl hair,

branches as combs
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As a child the sky was the ceiling

To everything
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Remember

the time
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i.
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Butterfly

undresses art in motion's court
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