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Oliver

stepping bass ------ chords progressing ------- like birds, call, and response syncopation melisma flattened 'blue' notes breastfeeding the air microtonal pitches between semitones* Oliver has olive eyes, Oliver is short & strong like a young bull, in his hair, i see his ancestors moving like salsa dancers, like rumba dancers, agile & fertile like chernozem Oliver doesn't smile yet, but i have the guts, he also moves into those others, like a house of cards, under his skin a fire is burning He moves like internet software: from where ----? did we -----? blues blues emanating from the walls, burning our freezing eyes, what brings you here? ----- Art ------ poetess ---- an Actor, both smiling we don't serve breakfast, then i” ll have french onion soup, swiss cheese, two pieces of toasted bread with batter, and strawberry sorbet melting like smoke, în between us, blues --------------------------------blu es Oliver smiles like a soft wind that starts moving the quiet sea how long do you stay in ny? ---------------- leaving ------------- today, today where? north - ps: #polaris

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