My heart, my dove, my snail, my
sail, my   
    milktooth,
shadow, sparrow, fingernail,   
         flower-cat
and blossom-hedge, mandrake
root now put to bed, moonshell,
sea-swell,   
    manatee,
emerald shining back at me,   
         nutmeg,
quince, tea leaf and bone, zither,
cymbal, xylophone; paper,
scissors, then
    there’s
stone—Who doesn’t come through the door   
         to
get home?
Cynthia Zarin 
 
 
 
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