Goodbye - Poem by John Wieners
Perhaps some day you shall find me,
as I blow smoke out my mouth
While you walk the riverbank
in the rain on Sunday evening.
Looking for jazz, hearing love's bellows
Beauty is mine, perhaps some day you shall find it.
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