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Steven R. Gilbert

Still Life

We sit listening to Stravinski.

Still life in you

Now more than ever.

You are a one piece bodyscape

Reclining to the horizon

With one movement.

My eyes dance (like Petrovshka?)

A spontaneous modern ballet on you.

I marvel at how your ascending thigh

Appropriately Crescendos

And how my heart joins the


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