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Poetry: Private Form, Public Experience

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Masters: Mallarmé

Mark Dow's


Photo:  Mark Dow

An unseen but reliably calculated fabric strings along to cover the heart, snug and sung,my universal unified theory of shadows more substantial than the trees, fence-slats, and polygonal-perimetered lightpost column-casings they're cast by, through, with the necessary help of, across the flagstone walkway which, in a manner of speaking, ends, at a new chain-link fence spring's first butterfly, to this eye, zitters back or forth through as if it were nothing; its ungainly signature bears some relation to colors we can't even see; how odd; though we can see others.