From your big, free, beautiful flight
Arrow straight and jet high
You would stoop at night to honor our farm pond
Like dignitaries from an exotic, foreign land.
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The pent-up sailors took Market Street
From warships months at sea
And the women from the warehouses
Poured out to their victory.
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Three ancient Asian women
Take their morning stand in Walton Square
Moving slowly, silently
In ancestral, sunrise motions
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Bless this nameless street
near Divisadero.
Its drizzle-watered window boxes
Its gay men tending tiny gardens and walking bulldogs
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All is quiet in this room
Except your steady voice
And my light breath.
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When I am far away I will remember
The weight on my chest of your falling hair
The oranges in the blue bowl and on your lips
The grace of your hand fastening, unfastening
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Sweet-scented chartreuse dust
Rises from bales of alfalfa
As they are dropped from the flatbed
I, half man half goofball, twelve years in this world,
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