Dick Lourie

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Dick Lourie
in the Catskills again
my wife’s bare footprints on these rocks after
she’s been swimming where the river has dug
a small pool by the road outside Bearsville

it looks like rain no it’s raining should I
follow these delicate marks to find her
no she’s just ten feet away and she turns

back green bathing suit thin legs orange and
black towel it stops raining her footprints
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