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Joan McNearney

an executive

showed me in

in this dream

i, shy

as an orphan


her charming face

through sewing room

viewing cabinets

bolts of silk

tactical prints

her life in threads

swatches impressive



discerning glances

make me hurry

out the rear

but she invited

me only to see

her material things

& feel them



all handsome houses

have well guarded gardens

lush chrysanthemums

smothering me


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