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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
"twelve hundred heads..." that's a lot of garlic...
Posted by: bill | July 23, 2011 at 02:01 PM
Bill you are one amazing dude. -- DL
Posted by: DL | July 23, 2011 at 05:46 PM
I believe the complete answer is "a one-eyed garlic merchant." -- DL
Posted by: The Best American Poetry | July 24, 2011 at 03:50 PM