answer: i would dump it.
she lost her husband. it was time.
the more blurry it's gonna be, the great complicator
takes us all into account.
i don't know what this is, remnant.
you won't get there forever.
decades ago, after the dogs inspected it
it became part of their repertory.
...comes in and ankles around like
he owned the place (which he did, in a sense).
fast action on their part drew her on.
this wasn't morning. it was more like
a week from now. i'll be on your side, searching
for what we both know is there: our crumbling infrastructure.
you stay out of it.
you've got to be kidding me. your pill, he urged.
have a wild breakfast,
eyed and mulled. there you go, passionate
as a song. i mean, that's what he told us to say.
the trees seem to agree.
-john ashbery
(1927-2017)
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