TWO PARTS ASUNDER
Margeez was never the Roxbury, no
matter what else you may think. There
were two different orbits of being,
together, in that one cauldron of spot.
Once, across the way, had been a
field of men, working : that factory
now long gone; now houses but shoes
and cloth coats. Cars and perambulators.
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The two taverns divide, and both are
now bait for the fish in the sea.
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