SO WHAT'S THIS CHANGE
IN THE WEATHER?
The pentangle made me think of you;
black stockings, all that crazy mesh, and
the rest I won't get into here. I remember
how you jangled the keys. The was a
fourth-floor complication we all knew
about, and that red-painted little elevator
seemed to take forever. 'I always rather
the lazy climb,' you'd say, while I kept
volunteering to be your Sherpa guide.
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