THE SPOILS
I happened upon a place called
'Bookbinder's' - I cannot remember
where, exactly, that it was. I was east,
in the low names, somewhere : Clinton,
Stanton, Orchard Street. Somewhere
all those ghosts still gather. People were
lined up actually, but not for it : instead
for coffee and some open-bushel grains
and fruits and nuts. Like this natural-living
stuff is now all the rage. But yet, it seems,
the animals talk - all the animals
talk. In fact, they do not shut up.
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