Monday, October 24, 2011

At four, morning,
a young hippie,
past perfect, arrives to read
my wristband
Real not memory.

So who was born on September 18, 1940?
Catharine the Great.
And Mary Queen of Scots.
And Lauren Bacall.

A great day to be born then?
'Twas. Indeed.

The needle slips in, painless
for once. He steals away
with four bright bands of garnet
sparkling in the dark and quiet

18 October 2011

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