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| Rosemary |
– after too much cake
I throw away letters
meant to be read
when I got old
Snowflakes spangle
the greenhouse windows –
I pinch
a fragrance of summer
from the rosemary leaf
With one finger
I rub scum from the neck
of a black vase –
it doesn't match my wardrobe,
the scarf he brought from Paris
c.p.
