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8:50 am Cafe Ladro, just
handed off to Thomas
in a nag champa box -
Bradley on the sidewalk,
beaming to be out of his van, in
a new apt. across the canal.
it's when i say the obvious
that i feel best. a man walks
in w/ a bird on his shoulder--
he looks self-conscious. the
little lamp bolted to the table
is perfectly reflected in my
deep brown coffee, like eyes
are wells catching all
that falls into them.
i'm glad to be working (dry
wall
in west seattle) although i am
sleepy. i wonder where's steve?
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