Bernadette Hall Poems

You dream a hand
that will stitch a flag
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A softer sun
& smaller lusts
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Wine slips
over the lip
of a red glazed cup
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I know some things
like you'd rather have seen a rotary
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Shadow of a shadow
in paradiso
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From cool pilasters
extravagant flung arches
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Three years I am obsessed
with him, the man who is not
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It must be
that he loved
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I buy the silk
for $45.00 from a friend
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There are too many words
like in a Russian novel
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