theatre alive merry wives make us
laugh under far distant skies falling
night like plot fairies enter after dark
drive off in opposite directions not apart
where we went in our beds to New York
falling out fighting gravity counting hours
comforted by art Agnes Martin painters
memory enriches present texture sustains
supermarket $35 saved by paying attention
something continues across then and now
links solitude and company which self
unifies them all articulates ineffable
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