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I want to... I need to... retire

to cool nights
that long to highlight
the breath of a tremendous bellow

to daylight hours
that shudder to betray time
with the brass tacks of life

to the porch of my ears
where madness smiles at fireflies
and my eyes will not water
if I refuse to blink


San Francisco, May 22, 2001