The high color in
the girl’s cheeks who just came in
from the snow, the trans-
cendent immanence
of beauty as suddenly
gone. She looks around
the crowded room: Ki-
kaku’s heron hunched over
in the darkling sleet.
NEAR PROVIDENCE 29.1.21
The high color in
the girl’s cheeks who just came in
from the snow, the trans-
cendent immanence
of beauty as suddenly
gone. She looks around
the crowded room: Ki-
kaku’s heron hunched over
in the darkling sleet.
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