A Plea


Evanescently blurred, half beyond recall,
Her voice down a midnight hall
Or her visage in oils once glimpsed on sale,
Remote, and feminine-pale.

Whoever was she? Forget, forget
Her classical silhouette:
Let her image diffuse in a twilight haze
Of vapored blues and greys&
12-20-90

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