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so the vagrant sings
i guess a song ineffable
beyond its syllables
and the street car rounding
the corner
and the people moving
in ways variously similar
and his smile.
we're all mendicant priests
in various degrees.
you have a house
you fumble through a vast
library of keys and always find
the right one, to open this
room with its view
or that room with its view.
sunshine wallpaper
a window, uncrowded
disarming in its framing
so that we actually have to look
at the hills and streets
that do not lead to our house
but are attached somehow
to our house.
some of us think they lead to our house.
but his song is a key
for any corner, and any passing
crowd, and it becomes
a room, a song he can
wander through,
that he owns. ownership
we're all in various degrees
mendicants.
and ineffable in a sense.
who knows what the words
mean...it's a combination
of deedly dees and snapastras
and some coughing in the middle
and then laughter.
and that smile.
and a smile is as exact
a meaning as anyone
has ever needed
in their window
in their house
or on their corner
in their song.
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