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Like a toe into water
the word pushes onto the page
testing . . . no, that’s not quite right

Paris morning, chill of the starry night
warmed by copper . . . nix

I inhale deeply and shape my mouth to her’s
at right angles, I gently exhale
her cheeks bellow, her eyes open
and our heart begins to beat . . . maybe

© Chagall 2014

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