Wednesday, October 24, 2012

B's a house, to live in,
 but below, above, the capital's got
two (b)
       stories, each apartment keeping all the secrets of its many guests,
who've come and gone with children and with languages,
and above, the roof, on hot nights, saw shared love: neighbors in humidity
while the steam rose to tenement clouds for the seraphim.

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