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Leslie Adrienne Miller

Leslie Adrienne Miller

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Angel and muse escape with violin and compass; the duende wounds.
                                         —Federico García Lorca
				

I didn't expect to escape.  I've stepped out of planes
into Madrid and Bangkok, Prague and Seoul,
each time a solo in a world that was, if not cruel,
supremely
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It's true that you don't know them--nor do I 
know what I wanted their movement to say 
when I tucked them in an envelope with words

for you. I thought it was my life caught 
in a warm night. I believed myself loved 
by the wan and delicate man you see dancing

against the drop-off behind them all. But you 
can