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Herman Slotkin
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How Do I Love?
My love is a browsing bear
nibbling ripe black berries,
longing for your honey.
My love is a grand piano
latent with lilting numbers,
awaiting your touch.
My love is a wayward wind
whistling in the eaves for your notice,
howling in the drains for your attention.
Isn’t anybody
home?
