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Dove, Rita: Geometry

Portre of Dove, Rita

Geometry (English)

I prove a theorem and the house expands:

the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling,

the ceiling floats away with a sigh.


As the walls clear themselves of everything

but transparency, the scent of carnations

leaves with them. I am out in the open


And above the windows have hinged into butterflies,

sunlight glinting where they've intersected.

They are going to some point true and unproven.

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