The second poem distinctly related to Nikole is "Provence". It is a poem thick with the places of our honeymoon in southern France, and I really wrestled initially with the fact that it was so littered with place names. Once I stopped wrestling, stopped trying to turn it into some deeper story, I was able to finish it.
I'm not sure the bulk of the poem does justice to the final stanza, which originally began the poem. I could live in that single stanza for a long time.
Read "Provence" here.
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