What thoughts I have of you tonight, Jim Sharpe, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families
shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the
avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the
pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
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