is the name
of my would-be book of poems
not leaves, Walt,
not leave of anything
– no way.
mine leaves the hard part
your too is two and
to
learn what is next
do it (i don’t get
it)
so there is pain,
what’s new about that?
now let me see
where was I . . . at?
oh, yeah, been there.
perfect fit, benefit.
all life is tinkering:
a work in progress.
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