brown bread cream cheese and walnuts
a taste of New York in the early sixties
before everything else could happen to
change all my habits and desires learn
better ways to eat pray love and work
never just me I no longer need to ask
I the mature embodiment of my time
overripe with memories outnumbering
new events contextual only to myself
each other center equally self-defined
what to conclude from these reflections
that only in concert can we amount to
anything worth mentioning in context
of great masters who have gone before
opening up the possibility of expression
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