shoes
& volcanic ash
Building the
Stack of cards
Against
The
Glint of her poker chips ..
The old,
Muse came strolling by with a wily
Wink in
His
Nap case
As the
House
Brought in another body
And
The
Glean of the tambourine
Went
Echoing
Through
Areas
That were once seen as
Habitable ..
Yes,
As
The
Clarinet goes
On
Chiming through the telephone's
Dream
The city will be waiting
With
A
Fist of cooled volcanic ash
And
A
New pair of dress shoes.
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