rebecca palmer Poems

In the field
I saw her in her pants for the first time
Nearly naked from the knees up
I inched my hand
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He spoke of how Rembrandts lover
Is depicted drawing back a curtain,
Her palm upwards
The drape caught aside by the back of her hand.
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Its still only Wednesday;
There are hours of heat in the house,
the air above my radiator,
Is quivering like sun over sand.
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