Kazi
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Who do you think of
with the smoke of cigarettes?
A dry, unsweet smell.
No, not who? Where? Where, then. Where?
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Do you think of the morning, cold and clear:
Filled with the sound of sun and it’s reflection
Across your greasy glasses,
In a courtyard of bricks and unvarnished wooden benches
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The frozen pond foot
prints followed in snow: falling,
Flow the black water
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And do you hear his laugh
Standing around scratching his middle eastern beard?
The hand-rolled cigarette
Ostensibly waved about;
His white teeth
As you discuss the day’s philosopher
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Admiring him like you’ve never admired yourself.
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Discuss your love and
Your hate (and your love?)[?] Realize
Sameness, meditate.
