I predict, like the one who was sucked to sea
and returned in an Arabian container ship,
all small worlds will be dashed and drowned.
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Invented by the British to annoy
the French, so said De Gaulle.
The Belgians are rude but live to please,
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I remember my mother squeezing
the camembert. She bought it five days
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Feather duster in a child's grip
swished over bottles of Old Grand-Dad
in my father's liquor store,
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This morning the peso is free-floating
above the unstable world of Borges.
He knew Buenos Aires was not a city
to die in. Geneva was that much closer
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This is the face of one returning,
distracted by something not present.
Unreceptive to the old proposition.
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The idea was not to seek him
but simply to glance up from the eggplant
at the Fruit Center and find him with a list.
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City hospital on one hill,
city dump on the other. Heat lightning
strafed the night between them.
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If there's a crack of thunder
without an attending rumble,
a great man is about to die.
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