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March 25, 2004
I haven’t been there and there can be no guide but I will tell you this: once you start to walk its squares and alleys or better still explore its utility tunnels where vein and nerve connect you’ll find you’ve lived there all your life Open your Eye then to the tired woman driving on the boulevard the old man frowning from his window especially the sleeping lovers behind their motel wall— Listen: you know them all your hand has always carried their names and voices Set them carefully down how lovely how precisely true Now: take up your pencil and begin
from A Branch of Beach Plum, used with permission of Sugar Creek/Tickenoak Books
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