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she stops at sidewalk glass
and with a gesture deft but gentle too
she fingers back her hair,
widening the frame of an early-Renoir face,
then with the same unknowing, casual haughtiness
tilts her head up and shakes the frame a little farther back
to let her total image be revealed
like morning glory, sun-roused, and reflecting
straight into my heart.
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Inspired, something i wrote for someone special
