Poem
Her Heart Is Embroidered
by Barry Hill •
It wounds, this shift of scale.
As I stand on the balls of my feet
back on my heels only once
to keep even for the painting
and myself clear from excess
of feeling: balanced to look
and half hearing her sleepily say:
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