Judy Kronenfeld The 2River View, 8.1 (Fall 2003)
Brief Reunion

chugging up and flying down
the hills of San Francisco
in the cab we all squeezed into
your long woolen thigh
pressed against the thin silk
of mine, your braced arm
blooming above my shoulders like
an arbored vine, I am hushed
as snow, radiant as a body
soaking sun, the year cupped
in this quarter-hour, desire
singing singing
its solo aria of praise

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