LETTERBOX HANDHOLD
If the world is a musical place, I hear
the music of the spheres. If my heart
is a dangerous place, I fill it with hopes,
and fears. There is no declining difference
between the two; and the only way 0ut is up.
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The bus that just crawled by is filled with
people, slowly arcing towards 71st. Yet
I see nothing but heads and take the rest
on faith. The letter-carrier, that good-old
guy, goes ambling along his way. Each
stop is a lobby full of names and boxes.
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The elevator opens and out comes Mrs.
Jenner, holding the hand of her daughter,
Jane. When she was born, they'd named
her January, but quickly dropped that
claim. Her friends are all through the
building, and all anyone says is 'Jane.'
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