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Click herelest I forget,
here is a knot
tied to recall
she
smells like lemon grass
and honest skin,
ginger
on open palms,
lavender, caraway
and countless questions
in her hair
and travels with a heavy bag
and a light heart
boots that take her there
jeans that doesn't give a damn
a jacket with an attitude
on encryption unknown to man
gold and pastel collared neck
antimatter black framed face
what else?
what not?
but I'm running out of page
o nine hundred,
domestics,
arrivals
lest
I forget
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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Love the image/concept this creates:
"she
smells like lemon grass
and honest skin,
. . . "
This poem deserves more that a "5".