Excerpt from IronicaEW york was waking to another dawn, The mom was May, a silence lay like snow Outside the door at J ack's, Where revelry Had gone to sleep, ' With a last taxicab Moored in a battered patience at the curb. Two figures, garbed in night's suave black and White, Made through the door, and drank the Virgin air As an old Wine after a long parched thirst, Spent among phantom bottles With no necks. Both men were young, the younger w...
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