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October 31, 2019
By Hannah Patrick
Poetry

Good Fortune

Good fortune, that he was passing.

Warm, clear joy 

In pale gold 

Like a splash of sunlight 

On a tiled floor. 

 

Ask for exactness.

Ask for words by art to enact, thus:

His warm palm laid

Between my shoulder-blades.∎

 

Words by Hannah Patrick.

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