Self Portrait as a Meadow

by Linda Norton

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There is a chair

the heart of which

is wooden

split five ways

and grass pressed flat

where we kissed

where others later kissed

on the same mattress

and solemn nothing

happening under a canopy—

Have you forgotten me?

I will go down wonderfully

as was told in proverbs

though for a long time I thought

I should not go.

 

Here are things that have

no Latin names

or none

that men would know.

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