A man who talks continually
to himself out loud like a child
reading well dressed walking
the streets returning a small
package in a plastic bag
so you know what century
even if not what bed ruined
his absence swelled his names
with the features of private
associations the manners of
a musician notating snow in
order to have it at the end
of Africa in his hands that
exhilaration and suspense
as dedicatory as a poem.
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