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This next poem is based
on a framed etching

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of Amedeo Modigliani, which
my brother, Jack, gave

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to my nephew, Lester.

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And which was in the room down
in Long Island in New York

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State where I wrote the poem.

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It's called "Prisoner."

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"Modigliani's most
sorrowful nude wishing she

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could break her still glass.

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Escape into the present
tense to join her flesh.

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It is time she wants so badly.

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She would shatter everything.

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If only she could see
the centuries lumbering

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like dinosaurs
into the darkness,

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blacker than her own
lonely rectangle."

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