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From: "L.O.V.E. Love"
Poem (Out the Garden)
Out the garden comes a scent like a line
of perfume from a girl he danced past or
will dance with. Oh, her eyes are almost
before him, big chestnut eyes that follow him
around the room or here along the street where
the sky is a richness he cannot afford,
is a longing that will justify the beer and
the bus-fare and the street soaking through the
holes in his shoes. By now hes come to
know where the puddles lie and the
wettest gutters. This is his home.
He
wipes
away the rain from his cheeks because tears
are not good enough though it is not
raining in a city where rain will fall
in a pattern of stars at his feet and spray
upward like the glistening spokes of the
umbrella he left behind but by then
he will be indoors and looking in those
eyes, big chestnut eyes he
cannot afford, which he knows he deserves.
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