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Two Poets Waking Up Together
By Jayme Kurland
We're both poets
That morning you wrote, too
On the same notepad as the birds'
(and some cars passed by)
(and the sun-mixed-with-window-pane smelled like your hair)
(and our fingers were shy contra dancers wrapped in violins)
and the best part was
we did not speak
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