and found myself in the soul cab
but this was not New York anymore
and yet it was uncanny how
I could tell by the way people walked
either bent into it or looking around
as if asking if it’s the job
of poetry to confound
you now you’ve found it
how something of you
just by reading it or hearing
gets trapped inside it forever
this your final $300 question
forty blocks to go
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