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In grocery stores
what I want to eat
isn't usually on the shelves.

To the museum -- a Monet!
In the next room,
a man even better.

A concert, a crowd,
fine music, Firefall, 1977.
That bass player's crotch!

Rose Gardens, small, large,
white pink yellow orange red.
His hips are lovelier.

And, as Keats wrote,
"a thing of beauty"
is, indeed, a joy forever.



7/??/05

Copyright 2005 by Greg Baysans

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