Peter Verbica Poems

Everything is beginning to thaw
by the reservoir

except the green angels in bronze
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A voluble friend of mine
has photographed hundreds of doors.

Belize.
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Callas dragged her hand in the water.
It was the Mediterranean, so not too cold.

Pearly razorfish, thorn-backed rays
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You asked for a key to the cabinet.


The one with the secrets
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Klimt ladles his figures in gold

as if he were a gifted baker.
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