Saturday, December 10, 2005
Precious Refuge
my feet hurt
as if I walked across the country
instead of lying awake all night
till dreamed the Living Theatre
talking in the other room
glad see me
good
up four-thirty drive dark
sit in plane two hours
desperate window happy aisle
five more flying
reading napping
mouth falling open
meet Alfred plane stunned
bus heavy bags city
thanks Donald precious refuge
stock up foodstuffs
ogle Times Square
unpack
here
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