MISPLACED
where did I put that
dream I had
word for word
a black funeral wagon
(no that was real)
and the man pushing
his cart with the skinned rabbits
no that was real too
and the black private horses
and me feeling skin
warm in plane tree's
down-yellow stairs
I have my eye on you
said the concierge
and walked back down
her staircase stairs
down to those open
box-like stalls
yes, here we go
and that man-woman
plainly removing garbage.
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