girl with hands like
a fresco lady, you
with the awkward graceful bending
fingers of a potatoes peeler,
you come
to the door
of your cat-curled minutes
and wince your
fast-starting smile and laugh.
Robin, who I remember
dreaming of me being hanged for
witchcraft in a rexall drug store
or the arma-
dillos
under the icebox,
to meet you
on the street
would be impossible
until I saw
your necklace of
tiny beads
or that the street
was lined with
pipe cleaner trees.
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