I found this in the aforementioned book of poetry. I think...I'm...in love.

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I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning
By Bright Eyes
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Johanna

I've seen you every day this week,
The way the wind sees to the ruffle
Of thick ivy on building faces.
What I mean is: I create these visions--

Johanna at the supermarket rapping knuckles
On the husks of cantaloupes.
No one hears the green shades of fruit
The way you would, produce aisle,

All those Tuesdays I forgot to count.
And you'd spend half an hour picking
A single Fuji apple, you,
The Johanna who picked me.

You bit so carefully into the flesh
The juice would never spray your chin;
You, Johanna with the soft touch,
The welcome mat eyes,

Stop coming to me in flashes
To leave me camera-blind.
Stop splotching my world, Johanna.
Start tinting it.

Kent DeWayne Smith

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