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In an ivy-sunned and ivy-bricked
Learning longing wishful gray stoned
Bronx castle
I fell in love with a Chinese acrobat.
From nowhere with a raised limb and
A fingertip
Touching green colored light from the wrist--
Does she miss a lake or a yellow crow
Or morning rice and a village path?
Outside, the air, icy,
Has a distant tang.
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1992