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edging
ekphrastic for Janet Dawson’s 1960 Vers L’ombre
there is a hovering
to object
each its own cloud
drawing with paint
carries a storm’s
remains
colour
and its others
field
framed to our bounds
there’s fire in a
storm
many so
various
suggesting
drama
in
these acts of a page
wall’s
torn from a world
as if
memory for fact
just
the rough idea
paw flourish
there’s a sky of
white
where a moon’s spread
thin
there’s time to
yellow all
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