HASBRO
A guy trying to tell me that means in the ghetto a man
has friends - like I believed him a minute. The other
side of that equation is the loneliness of the crowd.
People walking around liquid. Like Weisman's 1950
'Lonely Crowd', I tend to find agreement in the
solace of the one. Let me look back anyway : where
golden water once washed the daylight and the
steamers and tugboats floated away. And where
the harbor was washed in its own, inner, light.
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