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9th April 2012

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After The Houseboat, 4/8/2012

the faint scent of coffee
centuries out on the Hoboken docks
the pockmarked pier
of tire and dirt
rusted rail, the oaky groan
of a dockside nap
under an electric sun

strange home
my heart, my city
my smile tangled with your
wide mouth, i come home

forever your ridges
forever your circuits
forever your love

one of life’s many

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