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Apr 17, 2007 21:32

City Poet

For a boy whose yearbook dream had been living
in his own
discoveries and enthusiasms, not forced
to see himself
often criticized for not spending enough
time at his typewriter,
he talked a lot of artists into thinking they were terrific.

A revolving door of a city, keeping sailors
in trouble,
terribly anxious, always a matter of conjecture
to those around,
(we’re not sure if he was serious or not, maybe he was just
optimistic.)
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