Saturday, July 16, 2011


Is it coincidental that
reading Lawrence Ferlinghetti
at the John F Kennedy Center
he mentions a man with a flute walking
by, and I see, while reading looking up,
a boy walking by with a flute in his mouth
not playing but I imagine the serendipity of
the sound if that's an adjective at all--
I don't care and I put down the book to
write what I'm writing in the silent hall
and bullet holes zing to walls
like time going by--

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