it’s a festival of booths
that percolates each fourfold
on Tuesday after the Saint’s play.
“Even sleep-walkers collect”
as past swirls before
day break at 8:01
when triangles shore outer stiles.
“Five by five with cards ready”
enjoins the barista –
‘fore signing cross-checks
and unlocking the upstate register.
and the silent place
becomes the censer of future aspiration
thro casting lots.
It’s peaceful in the portico.
“new things” – Isaiah 65:17
Acoustic: In My Room
Artist: Yazoo, Upstairs at Eric’s (1982)
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