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Six Green Polish Chairs

Salt leaks through rock
a rock thrown through the mirror
a mouth beyond objects
objects lean towards oblivion
their pale pieces
spin in the mirror
those six green Polish chairs might have journeyed to a café
do you remember the year of star and pinwheel?
no
the year of snow and Russian bicycle?
no
the year of hill and canary?
no no
I only know that your mouth created the world
and released the objects from the fog
and the loveliest rock was left for your likeness
when I wore your green skirt
you laughed and said
night fades in the face of the loveliest rock
these six green chairs
may return home
to recall their memories
a green skirt
a mouth beyond objects

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