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along the brittle treacherous bright streets

 

along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memeory comes my heart,singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man

who(at a certain corner,suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.
                                                  awake
being not asleep,elsewhere our dreams began
which now are folded:but the year completes
his life as a forgotten prisoner

—“Ici?”—“Ah non,mon cheri;il fait trop froid”—
they are gone:along these gardens moves a wind bringing
rain and leaves,filling the air with fear
and sweetness….pauses.    (Halfwhispering….halfsinging

stirs the always smiling chevaux de bois)

when you were in Paris we met here

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