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Skin art
Great blooms
of gold, once 2
octaves shy
of extinction
your color
shouts over
its first
trepidations
but convention
heads south
shaken off
spectrum
into the
low tones
they go
with a bid
me farewell
along with my
Tony Maloney
and his rainbow
spumone
and Henry
the hastagging
romantic, stanzas
stacked, wooden
word soldiers
all, rear side
mirror viewed
now
etched, wearing
these leaf prints
and man
markings
...both of them
gave me a season
sometimes
they inked
me with two
Copyright ©
Elsa Rosee
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