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Time for Now


My own Liberty of London
apricot tie in a military tie-tuck.

What I remember from the crash.
That the sculpture was low

to the ground, and we took turns
sitting near it, stroking the beaded

petals, the shabby outer layers once
ourselves, the news that could have

restored everyone to their place:
each mast-light in the bay a bobbing star.

Dirty panties or hot whiskey,
united by nothing but the uniform

since it was late since for forever.
Chiffon burned like industrial waste.

What resembles you. We talked
under the clover like it was nothing.