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Feb. 14, 2010
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Everything about us always
near and far nearly  all
our lives a surprise then

at the front door
is that really you?
We do not move quickly

nor quietly, each with
our own signature
of gas and yakety-yak

yet we do somehow find
each other nearly always
on the garden roof,  

backyard pines protecting  
what we do.  
Up in the sky

we barely hear a
word as the surprise
our old skins

brings quietly to the other.
In this junk time
isn’t it nice to gaze, whisper,

of that lovely couple, hanging
in portrait, in the Uffizi
in Florence, in July.

DeWitt Clinton teaches writing and literature in the Languages and Literatures Department at UW-Whitewater, and lives in Shorewood with his wife, Jacqueline.  New poems of his will be appearing soon in Verse Wisconsin, a new journal from Madison.  He is currently working on a series of  poems based on 100 Poems from the Chinese.


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