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THE
POLITICAL PRISONER
Calabrian
autumn and late morning chill, and still
he
cannot excise what blistered in his brain
all
dawn until he woke: barefoot young woman, goat-faced,
handsome
as a goat, yesterday in the red courtyard.
Seen
yesterday in this country that shrinks when it rains.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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