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Widow's Walk


Her little odd hand,
      whose spidery fingers
            walk that one part of me, idly,

as if seeking the best place
      to deliver the sting
            of mouthed, close, caress.

I am not married
      for a reason. But reason
            was never too pure to just walk.

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