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PINK BUTTON

FOR LISA FISHMAN

plucked from

Lorine’s pilled sweater

and deposited on

her lawn

island not

an island

lake not

a lake

fame not necessary

for the poems

each word

eye candy

for the literary

pilgrim

too devout

to sign the guestbook

but graced with

a plastic button

glinting in

shrinking sunlight

She found a pink

flicker ring

in the grass