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THREE POEMS by David Winter

STORYBOARD

We spent her sixteenth, my seventeenth summer perched on a porch, talking out our love
for her man. I had little language. She was luculent. We worked back through wrong things, arriving

before him. Her mouth opened, black as a movie reel—I do not want to project. She storyboards:

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