Yes I am here at the last glass of
vodka
After the heart leads through a faint
trace
Of the small divine polka you left
in my pocket
Be a good whatever you are tonight and
think
In your actual mind imagine for us another
warm
Day for January the wooded hills of
Vicksburg
Where you are and how you get there
down
These moonlit sidewalks I have to imagine
Because this neighborhood has no
dreams
I’d like to start with how it seems
that your fine
Soul breathes and the world holds
its breath
Silence and the wonderful nothing a blank
Place beneath the last living elms
in Mississippi
You empty everything so we can be
together
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