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Guest Poet Susan Allen

East 77th Street, July

my right cheek remembers your beloved chest
in evening
there so far from (here
where limbs have fallen alongside pale eucalyptus trunks
littered with hairy bark filigree
in circular float
reeking smashed lawn, transplendent white walls
where the ginkgo waits)
not like your mouth
sex-flavored, aqueous
on narrow glance a mosaic chiaroscuro in muted glow
against the brown black sage

October, 2001

Susan Allen's questions:

Does the poem set a place clearly?

Should it be more descriptive of place/smells/lighting/feelings?

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