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Ida At The Window
She is framed by the window
where she sits looking out,
longing for her life that is
not in this room. Illuminated
by a large vase of salvia, yellow
jonquils: she dreams of her absent
lover, of stomping grapes in the
vineyards of Italy, of rubbing her
foot on his inner thigh. Prominent
feet, grotesquely large, rest upon a
box to ground her in a world where
only shutters could obstruct the opaque
view. Ida, clumpsy dancer, barefoot
gardener, lover of fresh air, woman
who takes time to dream. Remove
the vase from the window. Close the
shutters against the impending storm.
Wear shoes to hear the clatter of
the solitary, empty room of your life.
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