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by Lawrence Shaffer
Looking at Velazquez isn't easy,
Not if you want to pinpoint precisely where
Brushstroke becomes tip-of-nose.
She hates her nose.
If she van Goghs it
I'll preserve it
(In a poem).
Suppose a world of confusing, abstract brushstrokes.
When did hers
(As I turned from the window)
Become the eyes, ears, nose-- the eyes!
Of the recognizable world?
dedicated to Viviana Velazquez
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