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--a poem with the words love and
beauty-- yes, i have something to say and i’m not ashamed even though i will have to use the word ‘love’ this i can tell you: i was once a boy in a crystal shop surrounded by delicate refracted light to enter we had to descend the steps growing more damp and alive with moss and lichen but she wandered into an adjoining room of glass jewelry and less-expensive trinkets while i stood not marveling but appreciating a man in a heavy apron had stood watching and said something i was foreign to but following his motioning i found myself in the heated belly of the place that kept the brick alive and afloat there he and i stood watching a woman in brethren garb rolling her thin iron straw shaping a heap of illuminated chewing gum, melty and she blew into it and she blew into it… i guess i have to say it now …i fell in love or rather i realized that i had started to fall on the mossy steps, reading on the plane, packing. and that’s all it has ever been to me. i wish it were the glass blower that i fell for …i could find her or better the vase …i could buy it or best, the profession for i have good hands and oh, how it would feel to love to breathe like that but it was none of these and maybe sort of all but like a memory sometimes it’s strong and sometimes elusive but honestly it fades as the remembering is replaced by imagining i only mention this because for you, kiddo it may seem this way too. but look for there is beauty in the desperate hanging on, and that is nothing to turn from.
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