I sit on my desk with the day sinking
Reading poetry with my glasses off
The buildings are geometric blurs
And the hillside green and amber light
The door is open and someone waves
I can’t tell who it is but I wave back
I turn back to poem in a Levine book you gave me 20 years ago
About a book of poetry Levine’s brother had given him 20 years before that
You gave me two books of poetry and a bottle of Absolut
I read them on the floor in my freezing apartment
Because I had no chairs but I had two books of poetry and a bottle of Absolut
Tom Petty says that you belong among the wildflowers
I’ve seen you puttering amongst the chickens and tomatoes
He says you belong somewhere you feel free but I suspect you are already there
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