“But Love Most” E.O.F. Exclusive Original Poem by Greta Bellamacina

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But Love Most

by Greta Bellamacina

I can stand inside of you 

Inside your cotton field, as fine as Chinese tea.

 

Your memories transform my internal eye

In depths of frost, deeper than wood.

 

Your ring eyes are the tires to this upwards prize. 

This is you, the spindle and the lifelong. 

 

Next you appear, when I will be gone

Not to miss, for all you can 

But love most.

 

And she has grown

And now she is yours, to water

Under the pocketwatch moon.

 

All is bare

For you to shade, toast, lose.

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Written from the Delta-Mississippi for The Eye of Faith, 2014.
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Don’t forget to visit Greta at Télescope Cafe in Paris  

at 5 Rue Villedo from 6:30p-7:30p, February 13 (tomorrow) for an

exclusive pre-Valentine’s Day poetry reading

Don’t miss out!

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Sincerely,

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