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A Glass of Cold Water

ISSUE:  Spring 2001

Poetry is not a code
to be broken
but a way of seeing
with the eyes shut,
of short-circuiting
the usual
connections until
lioness and
knee become
the same thing.

Though not a cure
it can console,
the way cool sheets
the dying flesh,
the way a glass of cold
water can be
a way station
on the unswerving
road to thirst.


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