TO BE LIKE DETTMER
Housing the homeless and sweeping
the floors, love grows like a carpenter's
hammer in a like-minded store : the
sort of place an old pick-up truck
rattles into. Buying seed-stock,
some old varmint limps in and
says nothing. Everyone nods
and knows who he is. That's
what I want to be too. To
be like Dettmer. Me.
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