Sailing under the guidance of a feather

Rosemary still loves,
she says,
“on condition.”

a car arrives.
Rosemary receives it.
garment: clean
(minus the mysteries).

she is dialed in;
fresh.

I move on
swishing round the pavement of alleys to waves.
a sign blinks:
“VICTORY DON’T SLEEP”
I look around,
check my pockets.
“LIVE EXTRA  G NTLY”
the neon goes dark.

things get my way at dawn:
it is either too early or too late.


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