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A Delicate Poem (Free verse) by EAger to Offend A delicate poem
requires the soft touch
of a watercolourist
who renders fan-brushed trees
and diluted sky,
to amplify
his butterflies
to rapture.
Still,
At home the paint is all fat oil
in broad, palette-knife strokes,
sensitivity usurped by
anxiety.
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