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Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and
       rearrange without much fanfare or notice.

Because you can't and don't remember the step that kicked up
       dust and left this planet—you'd give up even more now.

Because the body itself—the heart's

not dead but deeper, wrapped up in curtains, a different color,
      among the railings and the pigeons, the rooftops and
      walls—

for all you know it's a question of bread

or beer.


Because even love

returns.  The city's all brightness

and shadow, deckle-edged, bluer than air—there's no help
anywhere—you no longer know how to listen.

And love says, love—midnight to midnight,

already ablaze. And the boulevard—wide-open.  And the well-
        stocked crowdless market, and a lone taxi blears.

Even happiness—the way anger's come back to roost again.
        And joy, though joy's not in the ear or the eye.  On this
        walk.

The gulls hover offshore and the islands are speckled with fire.

Even love, even because.



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