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| photo of Miss Ruth Kellogg, sweeping, published, in a series, the "Delineator" magazine, 1920's |
sweeping beg of cannibal beneath dress
I dared infinity's lover
to die of her beauty
lying with Dawn
in late morning rise
she was wearing
May velvet pollen
maple's blossoms
rain, bells, court tinder and flint
I squinted, found horizons
say the sharpest cuts
are somewhat painless
though they all leave marks...
...that gather, ebb and eddy
dust and particulates
even soap oils
cannot keep at bay
so sweep I must
trust in ritual and seize
moments that come to me
when so very hungry
EJR ©
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