2408 1st Avenue
January 26, 1996
The woman in that painting
wears bread for a hat,
and I envy her.
Is she, Macrina, the saint,
and does she stroll through
the market picking out fresh herbs?
I dream of strolling through
the market picking out fresh herbs.
I know why her eyes,
which stare boldly at me,
are as dark as mine.
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