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listening to Van Dyke Parks
on the porch

has old music offended New
Spring

the lake breeze demands the
current

And I think the Sun feels the
same

I’m in the weeds with all this
anthropomorphizing

when the track changes
the temperature jumps
clouds vamos and the
wind gentles

as I nod along with
my home boy
Kanye
——————-

Poem #4 for April

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