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Joan McNearney
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an executive
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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
floral
discerning glances
make me hurry
out the rear
but she invited
me only to see
her material things
& feel them
unattainable
all handsome houses
have well guarded gardens
lush chrysanthemums
smothering me
dog-faced.
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