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kenneled, brown jumper
chased between trees—
the river bit the shore.
sure I thought of me.
collared, we colored the apple.
in twos and fighting out
this thing. it’s true there was no snake
but in the hill
a rolled-down red and the wind around
sang the impetus
your crowded face. a rough mystic
you pulled me in
didn’t you think?
the river lap kept my cap
as the dog barked or drank.
This poem was written as an ekphrasis of Paul Cezanne's "The Battle of Love." An image of the painting is available here: http://tinyurl.com/3fjlwt3
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