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XV

All this⁠—

was for you, old woman.

I wanted to write a poem

that you would understand.

For what good is it to me

if you can’t understand it?

But you got to try hard⁠—

But⁠—

Well, you know how

the young girls run giggling

on Park Avenue after dark

when they ought to be home in bed?

Well,

that’s the way it is with me somehow.