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March 1

I could stare for hours
At her, the woman stepping
Out of her bath, breasts
Bare, towel around her waist,
Before I knew she was you
In that one-bedroom in
The Village sunny and cold
That Friday we woke up
Slowly & our breakfast table
Arranged itself into
A still life with irises
In a vase and a peeled orange,
Espresso cups and saucers
And The Necessary Angel by
Wallace Stevens, a little violet
Paperback opened to page 58:
“the morality of the poet is
The morality of the right sensation.”


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Poem March 1 - David Lehman