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Charlie
Phelps used to stand here and stare
Up through the elms that are not here anymore.
What was he looking for? Whenever anyone asked,
He said, "Nuttin." The buildings are the same
Though most of the stores and beer joints have changed.
The Melody Inn could never be that now.
But what do we know? We barely remember
And what we do is not the case. When were the iron benches removed?
And
To where? Was everyone we knew or didn't know
Carted off to a human dump? Let's go to your place
Mix gin and forget. Every night for weeks
I have lain awake, drilling lines to satisfaction and then
Rolled over and gone back to sleep.
But there is no such thing.
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