» And Other Shadows: To Dorothy by Marvin Bell

andothershadows:

You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
and a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
of a windy night, it brushes the wall
and sweeps away the day till we sleep. A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are...

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