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empty bottles and full ashtraysdescribe too well my nights these days
even the drunken existentialist has left
pristine toilet walls leave us bereft
of inspiration to follow
magic moments abounding in a mystical day
finding a hidden sanctuary amidst chaos
holiday in Boston for a week
I saw a squirrel
climbing up a lamp post
it was funny ...
like the dead branch on a garage roof
a beached whale making room for the sun
and a trouser tree
in a city square
that dropped its fruit
when I passed by