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Thursday, October 09, 2003

WHILE WATCHING THE GAME I
READ GEORGE STANLEY
BETWEEN INNINGS


bulidings hold hands and
make a canopy
to keep the wetness
in

we’re like faucets
turned on to
aid fountains
of streaming rope

it’s not what they
don’t do
only what we do now under
night’s cowardly glow

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