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 unCentered @ the Cathedral roSe garden (Anxious still and almost missing it) in buttercup light (but not allowing quite the thing to pass) given names like New Face, Ballerina (my son & I) Penelope, Perdita, Sceptr’d Isle (bow heads into the candied blooms) early morning even two peacocks are roosting (though the next morning outside one turned his back) and we have to peer up at them (and spread his lush-eyed tail kept rotating) in shadow (away as though he found us unworthy) to try and catch a glimpse (but we resisted had to run in front) as of the bloom (as he kept rotating away) you’ve been staring at (as the wind might do or the diamond) half-fallen and some faint perfume still possible (center of your life each time you look for it) ouch-snag (only this is it) a quick thorn as you brush by ...

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