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POSTCARD TO JOSEPH CORNELL

A circle of whitewashed sky.
3 glass balls spin in it.
It snows behind the eye.

The girl in bathing costume
And tight highbutton shoes
Grips the empty birdcage.

[[strikethrough]] She grips the empty kird [[/strikethrough]]
She pivots around in [[strikethrough]] circles [[/strikethrough]] profiles
But always seems to miss
The right hypotoneuse 

Tattooed to the wall.
A ball about to break.
Thumbtacked to the wall

A fading photograph
Of Admiral Byrd in furs
Just about to peer

Into a telescope.
A ball about to break.
Perhaps there are parrots here.

Paul Carroll
Stable Gallery/
12 Ap 58