In Library Garden

Bukowski’s dead
Ginsberg too/
Phil Ward dead (Denver ‘66/
crush or just Big Brother
gaze on my part?)—
daily mirror revealing
facial road map/wanderings
ceaseless Roundabouts
Detours cul de sacs &
jesus the price of
the trip—
& yet……
Dear Christ
the breeze teasing
that tree/
sunlight making love
to it/
oh/
the Shades of Green…….

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