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STRIPTEASE
Heavy
alarm on the gross bass drum.
‘Take
two steps forwards, mademoiselle.’
Her
first striptease: nightclub volunteer.
Throw
out a scandalous web of chords.
Direct
on her equivocal light.
She
timidly eyes the band’s top man
raising
shoulder-high her fingertips.
Sees
in the smoky doorway—him.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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