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1: see you in your crazyci ty ,
furtbe:r than just mi.les away,
drin1ti.ng .in :some evening bar,
sketching sadness in the air
with ~. fingers that seem

to knoW hoW to stroke dreams:.

Ieee the smo.'ke in your eyes,
the pal.eeloquence e.f a hand
curved around an empty glass,
the deel? wordlessness behind
a1.l the shapes a mouth makes.
I see you sndle at a jukebox
:memory or two and knock back
anot::he-rdrink. wi til the slick
swU°t trick of hand and head
that l.eavesso Ii tUe un.Said,
andsc very milch to guess at.
This ra:ri:ntc one more night
the image of too :many ethers,
I seem to see you ascl.:early
as ever and yet the truth is
that clarity does not .really
lIIat1:er this late i.n the game r
that I am alone wj_·th my pain
and you are alone with yours,
that llDnths :magic into years,
that still seeing you at all
is perhaps °a kind of miracle.
Further than just miles away,
I. see you Ln your crazy city.

-Michae Z Daughel"ty

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