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A Supermarket in California |
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, |
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Walt Whitman, |
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for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees |
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with a headache self-conscious |
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looking at the full moon |
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In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, |
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I went into the neon fruit supermarket, |
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dreaming of your enumerations! |
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What peaches and what penumbras! |
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Whole families shopping at night! |
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Aisles full of husbands! |
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Wives in the avocados, |
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babies in the tomatoes! |
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--and you, Garcia Lorca,—— |
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what were you doing down by the watermelons? |
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I saw you, Walt Whitman, |
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childless, lonely old grubber, |
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poking among the meats in the refrigerator |
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and eyeing the grocery boys |
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I heard you asking questions of each |
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Who killed the pork chops? |
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What price bananas? |
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Are you my Angel? |
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I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, |
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and followed in my imagination by the store detective |
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We strode down the open corridors together |
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in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, |
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possessing every frozen delicacy, |
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and never passing the cashier |
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Where are we going, Walt Whitman？ |
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The doors close in an hour |
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Which way does your beard point tonight? |
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(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)（ |
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Will we walk all night through solitary streets? |
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The trees add shade tfo shade, |
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lights out in the houses, |
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we'll both be lonely |
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Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love |
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past blue automobiles in driveways, |
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home to our silent cottage? |
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Ah, dear father, |
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graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, |
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what America did you have |
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when Charon quit poling his ferry |
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and you got out on a smoking bank |
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and stood watching the boat |
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disappear on the black waters of Lethe? |
