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I
have no trouble with parallel universes.
There’s
smoke rising from my pipe and the smell dogs have
as
they mosey through hangars for poverty and stuff.
There’s
your dream last night, and those strata of Cézanne’s.
There’s
money and daisy bombs trailed on Afghans.
All
we are supposed to love: appearances!
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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