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Poem: Love is the Bomb

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Put on some Vivaldi,
and if it works,
there will never be silence.

What seems real
may very well be real,

a woman seen
from behind
sponge-bathing
at the sink,

then flying free
and bearing toward you
with that radiant
radioactive look

and grabbing you
like Khrushchev’s shoe
by the hand.

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