Detail, "Florence," Helmut Newton
    in the years to come
    he would see her sometimes
    a familiar movement every now and then
    that stride he had pinned his heart's agitations on
    but they passed without acknowledgment
    that long-ago spring
    words spoken in love
    in life
    scattered
    discarded
    so much had changed
    in the ensuing poetry


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