Tag: Painting the Vestibule
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“Passing through” and other poems by Betty Thompson
Balloons A stream of them – long and ribboning before they were inflated; breath-filled they turned into globes and cylinders: fat demi-lunes ably shaped by the long-fingered magician who, in his downtime offstage from the Hippodrome, relaxing by the fire, legs stretched across the hearth, would plunge those long hands into his pockets, to pull […]