| Poem
the moon's less green than yellow it has a plan a chinese take-out menu the sunday funnies of course there were trees fish skeletons a few numbers grew among them a 4 & blue beds & window-box coral & your hands this is the plan get a stupendous green car drive past the sleeping halos into the sky- gray sky to the door of the house wearing a hat wishing it were a star keep driving to the brink of day |
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