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Chuck
Levenstein
Bonnie
Bonnie
Once
they traveled to Nova Scotia,
made
love in a field near Antigonish;
they
bought Scottish plaid and
she
told him about heather and
climbing
with her ex-husband and his mother -
Her
eyes were steel blue,
her
cheeks and chin bony and spare,
a
Celtic imp with thin dirty blonde hair,
descended
from ragged folks who painted
themselves
blue on feast days.
Years
later he flew to dark Glasgow
and
lectured in Adam Smith Hall,
he
drank toast after toast to Burns,
ate
his haggis dutifully, but never
found
her scent.
31
January,
round V, poem 14
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