Sunday, November 3, 2019

The Brightness of the Brownstone

Maybe if I smiled more,
yes, that was it,
is it,

Maybe if I do that more,
then I would see dragons,

not the angular,
ugly ones,

the plump,
green kind,

kind of like the crocodile on 88th,
no East 88th,

yes, him,
because everyone liked him,
and the way he stuck his face out the window,

and proudly gave us his profile,
before heading to the bath,

yes,
maybe then,
maybe if I smile like Lyle,

this would all be okay again,
I think so,
I think this is it,

yes,
surely so

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