a wave from the middle of a green man street
you were shakti
a line of this of that, velvet and crystal
you were smiling
i stopped because everything else stopped
you were obliging
hesse, the dead, purple
you were sharing
and then my memory and some words
you were guiding
labelled as a list of wonder talents
you were boasting
newspaper and flowers, coloring the city
you were loving
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