I pinned Allen
To a bed of white noise
Breathless
Walt & I zig-zagged
The empty street
Wayward, unsettled
He rested a time
In a bed of succulents
(poets & their beds...)
Until I helped him slip
Into a closed shop--
A trespasser, visible through
The window pane
Just resting there
Silent, gazing
that was very cool
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