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I will read a few
from houseboat days.

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My next last book I'd
like to finish then

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by reading some more
recent unpublished poems.

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This one from Houseboat Days
is called "Street Musicians".

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One died and the
soul was wrenched out

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of the other in life.

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Who, walking the streets wrapped
in an identity like a coat,

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sees on and on.

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The same corners, volumetrics,
shadows under trees.

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Farther than anyone
was ever called.

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Through increasingly suburban
airs and ways, with autumn

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falling over everything.

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The plush leaves, the
chattels and barrels,

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of an obscure family
being evicted into the way

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it was, and is.

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The other beached glimpses
of what the other was up to.

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Revelations at last.

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So they grew to hate
and forget each other.

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So I created this average violin
that knows only forgotten show

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tunes but argues the possibility
of free declamation anchored

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to a dull refrain.

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The year turning over
on itself in November,

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with the spaces among the day's
more literal, the meat more

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visible on the bone.

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Our question of a place of
origin hangs like smoke.

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How we picnicked
in pine forests, in

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coves with the water
always seeping up.

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And left our trash, sperm,
and excrement everywhere.

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Smeared on the landscape,
to make us what we could.

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