And here is the poem I wrote for you
on the Left Bank of the Seine
one sunny Spring afternoon
between the Ides of March and Easter:
My outstretched arm,
four broken pieces of shell,
blue porcelain egg
cupped in my hand like the water.
Candles in the dark
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