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Old Town Moon

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In twilight Old Town,
above the end of First Street,
a yellow round moon.

From the speakers, Rod Stewart
sings "I know I'm losing you."

A reading of poems
beckons me across the bay
over the long bridge.

Poets slowly trickle in,
mumbling soft conversations.

An amplifier
hums, waiting to clarify
secret arranged words.

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