Bakowski, Peter

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THIS MORNING OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYEI awoke and just glimpsed your black bush as your housecoat fell around your thighs clothing you for coffeeand I thoughtas when a bird flew across my vision the other day backwinging a-flutter to touch down on the branchlittle wrenwill you ever know how pretty you looked just nowIN ARIZONAAt dawn the sky gets up behind the eucalyptus trees and just stands there like a friend out of work not saying anything—  Ben Jacques Stoneham MAPOSTCARDS FROM IRONIC CITY (NO. 1) —  for John LevinA taxi cabwith its windows wound down. Islamic music pounding out as the driver makes an illegal U-turn.POSTCARDS FROM IRONIC CITY (NO. 2)Store-front Santas clanging their bells, forcing the homeless to beg a little louder.11

Postcards from Ironic City (No. 1)

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Postcards from Ironic City (No. 1)

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