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The best is how walking
down any street with books or nothing
on my way through winter
or bright blue you burst
like strong Italian coffee
in me and the rain
if it is rain or otherwise
painted metal roofs near the harbor
olive tin and crusty loaf in my satchel
arrangement of car horns tra la
brighten the margins like
afternoon bells & I
want to look in the newspapers &
to eavesdrop on the cafe chatter
remove my coat
feel it in my own flesh to be
the only living thing to mean a thing
talking with strangers discerning
the music asking of the city
to catch the flash to hold the pose
only pose I know
hallelujah good night

(for Zach Savich & Jay Thompson)
Posted 01/21/13
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