Monday, June 11, 2012

finding Ginsberg...

If on Midday of June
Found by chance
Your memoirs...
Of my city...

Your take-
O my unorthodox poet
Your September days...
Not hot and sultry
Like June...
On my city filled with your tune...

what a wonderous discovery
Your scribbles savoury
on buildings and carts...
As found by chance
In a June glassy mart...

Took a long deep breath
Hoping to you somehow by mistake
Reach...
Your September...
In my June...
the city being the same...


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