dialogue with ‘Espalier’ by Laura Scott

 

whose idea it was
to rip off the leaf

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of a twig like this
at eye level

 

and forget it
inside poetry?

 

a crumpled flower
locked in between pages

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dodging from bookworms
so thin 

 

nearly wafer
a bookmark

 

blurring the metaphor
between a verse and a kiss.