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Thursday, April 17, 2008

sycamore smokes

blast sugar  
                     land      past
sycamore
tree lining                   in river rows
                                     (how did they get in her backyard)
dining
          re-aligning 
not knowing
but avoiding
church boulevards
empty 
                street signs

looking glass past
sun without glasses
(how many wrinkles crease her storybook eyes?)

i thought
whoa-horse--made it strong.

past the next breath
empty
universal moment 
in between  (in between breathing 
                               lost jack russell on the corner)

white front engines
came upon               smiling
pure                                      teeth
knowing 
               hand-hi-ing

--i laughed madly

like (your bike later)
                               she said,
where does she live?

i pointed to the house
without looking
               where 3 black coats lit
night time smokes

and i thought,
everywhere
(every
where?)

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