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The Encounter

All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

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  • Lute
    July 23
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    the effect & delicacy of the thing said.

    Not resolution, but the "feel" of the Human experience.