in the United States
we suffer an abundance
a certain mechanical erotic
a manufactured and mostly plastic sexy
but nothing enduring that says
this was crafted by humans
this has survived countless floods and wars
and still it forces anyone who sees it to think beautiful
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how can New World lovers know any better
hope to survive the relentless call of being new
without the fermented smoky texture on the tongue
drunk on the mountainous everything that has remained?
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he was fortunate for the rarity
that he was unable to discern
between gazing upon her face
or Passo dello Stelvio in May
and when he confessed this to her
she took him silently in her arms
others passing by at that moment
imagined them in relief there forever
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