found poem

your lean shoulders
do not know
the name of large orange flowers
in the night

as if sunk in a grey road
your friends leaned on bicycles
half drunk
hearing the lighted homes
everything passed through them like the light

in certain mirrors
you cannot see yourself at all
leaning over the Pacific
and its blue wild silk

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