THINGS LEFT BEHIND,
ON A SUBWAY MIRROR
The New York Times is trying again :
a blimey impatience and a dogged
interference. We make whatever of it
we will. I'm thinking it's still Tuesday,
yet even that seems unsure.
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Had I the means to hold the handle
to grasp the candle, I'd like to light
my way to the moon, and couldn't
arrive too soon.
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