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There is always the opportunity to go out on
street, whose length brown
soothe your sight entrances, cattle
bare trees, highlights puddles, walking.
On an empty head breeze stirs the tops,
and the street in the distance narrows in letter “IN”,
as the face to the chin, and barking dog
flies out podovorotni, like crumpled paper.
Street. some homes
better than others: more things in the windows;
and even much less, that if thou shalt be mad,
the, anyway, not inside them.

1975 – 1976

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