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Oxford
by Felicia Zamora
Choose dust
To gather, to heap
Our photo, framed
Black and white
Remember colorless now
Your eyes circle
The haze
We left on lamppost tips
On wooden counters ringed
With cider mugs and pounds
Your ability to hold the weight of a pint
The Nebraska woman speaking in a British accent
Our laughter in snapshot
You hunched by the Pussey Street sign
That your knees holding
Fragile your body as light
Light as light everywhere
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