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Friday, June 18, 2004
extremes
walk north to the dock
past the sandblasted moats
Lucy Bird and the setting sun
we have nothing like the addled
mornings on the cusps of
British inlets
8:48 AM
Saturday, June 05, 2004
More sounds, from the rooftops
the whole town
is a band
9:01 PM
Friday, June 04, 2004
from the nose he pulled a scarf
a beautiful silk scarf
we were...what's the word...astounded
but then he was blowing his nose
we'd been wrong
& the band struck up
5:01 PM
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
smoking up
a curiosity
a blip on the 4:35
to drink to
living together
is more like a
customer number
of superior quality
a pretty blue
4:37 PM
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