Remembering Palmstraat

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She was reclining on the night
glancing at broom shrubs and one of those blocks
of masonry that lead to the soul
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there was a clear sense of nothing else existing
she said
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Vermeer
the painter
would have liked to see it
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he would fly through the oblique light
and from that shadow invent the night
the ancient river absorbed.
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