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On the 5:07 by Lawrence Shaffer Looking at Velazquez isn't easy, Not if you want to pinpoint precisely where Brushstroke becomes tip-of-nose. She hates her nose. If she van Goghs it I'll preserve it (In a poem). Suppose a world of confusing, abstract brushstrokes. When did hers (As I turned from the window) Become the eyes, ears, nose-- the eyes! Of the recognizable world? dedicated to Viviana Velazquez |
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