Poetry - Green hills by Kay Ryan

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by Kay Ryan [Kay_Ryan ]

2010-12-10 | | Submited by Veronica Vãleanu

Their green flanks
and swells are not
flesh in any sense
matching ours,
we tell ourselves.
Nor their green
breast nor their
green shoulder nor
the languor of their
rolling over.

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