Parading

the last best love is language in the mouth

the last stranger blooming on the tongue
the last best hope for joy doesn’t forget
the last best hope for joy doesn’t forget
a besting sensation
a besting sensation
the last stranger blooming on the tongue
the last stranger blooming on the tongue
a compass rose blooming internally
a compass rose blooming internally
laying down track
laying down track
riding the rails —Peter Gizzi
riding the rails
—Peter Gizzi

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