Who comes waltzing
from Africa…this time
his eyes narrowed
as a matter of fact
produced a mania
three photographs.
He fingered a leaf
as a face suited
to someone far away…
“Let me build you a drink.
Something new.
White angel…”-
lips move in
sync
deja vu…
I’m always drawn
to places where I've lived…
neighborhoods
crowded with attic furniture
red velvet associates
with hot days on a tram.
There were prints of Roman
ruins freckled brown with age…
Spirit heightened. I felt in my pocket
the key to this apartment,
my unwritten books there…
*Truman Capote "Breakfast at Tiffany's" line
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