NEED TO KNOW
How the basis for anything goes, I do
not know. The sky has its clouds, the
moon has its reflected light. I am alone
in the darkness of another deep morning.
I've decided to walk this way; were I to choose,
what whould I choose? Who knows? The laurel leaf
on the face of a statue knows more than me. Why bother?
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At the end of this stylish street, people are eating
and drinking - their curbside tables as hip as their
dress - and all their straws and fey bottles. Everything
goes into the makeup of the moment, while, high, high
above, I glimpse the silver light of a passing jet.
Fashion these girls and men to be still in their set.
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