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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