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Henry Woodland
PomeIt was another day in Majorstuen
With a woman who loved me
Less and less each day. I took off to
The hanging gardens in search of
Coltsfoot, for what was underfoot;
Lionstooth, where once there were
Lions; and lichen that had taken
To wet mantle like lesbians to
Grimes. In time I watched the light
Change over coastal towns; was offered
Light music, a few Camel Lights
In the fjord's mouth; seamen, sermons,
Smoked trout; armagnac, Rae Armantrout.
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