(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

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Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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  • Antonio Liao (3/17/2010 1:13:00 AM)

    placidly move by the lines and point wanting.....Excellent....

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  • ngaio beck (4/7/2008 11:20:00 PM)

    Imagery graphic enough to make me wretch.

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  • Goldy Locks (4/13/2007 7:30:00 PM)

    this is so phallic- i love/hate it.

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