
“Marilyn, My Marilyn”
There she lives inside this movie
A misfit face up on the screen
And her soft voice that I’m still hearing
Alive and well, in mise-en-scène
She’s standing tall before de Kooning
Impossible to be erased
With an arc so wild and swerving
And lipstick in its perfect place
But to the flame that licks eternal,
Or monuments that mock the wind,
From the lines of tossed script pages
Come whispered warnings ‘neath the din

Nice one Steve!! I hope all’s well…coffee again soon??
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Thanks, John! Yes, maybe next week? I’ll text you.
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