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Impromptu
Lean out here; this window frames an oil
of dogwood's upturned opaline palms;
birch-lace silhouettes
brush a flushed sky and
grass-fresh dew
draws senses past pale walls
Look, a girl's new-rose hands
flowing through lampglow on ivory
pour a nocturne into thirsty eyes;
listen, a bowed string's swell
makes throat tight
Curtained by clock-ticked hours
little masterpieces perform extempore
like laughter in playful eyes
Mary Ellen Bellanca
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