Two-thirds a Love Poem
By Nick Chandler
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If I could just touch your ankle.
Like a light and hollowed breeze
who’s breath tugs at your hem line
Then, in a slip, recedes back into
the new world, over old and fresh-built
homes as it remembers itself, cold and ephemeral
hungry and lost, as it grazes more feet
and laps at the misty heated windows
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