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if I had to flip hash browns

it’d be best in a diner

      better still in a late

60s diner

chrome counter like a mirror

and the guy with a beard

            

             reading his poems

       lips moving inside his head

is reflected like he’s

                           talking in water

crack of an egg

the yoke moving slowly along the page

            

            i’m in some city of love

cooking to the beat

          

hear it in the music

      the protests

      the hopes

      the chanting

      the gunfire

      the trips

      the harmonies

      the mantra

      the napalm

      the wow-wow

      the recitals

listen to the beat

     

the page is turning

     there waving through the water

and the man with the beard

gets up to leave

and i am ready to flip

          it

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