Epiphany at the countertop of another corner brasserie

that travel will not recede
that solitude will have to marry
and lucky he—
for a new bride every spring!
Lady Godiva today
tomorrow Bathsheeba
the rooftops of the Levant calling
and David to his shore
with harp song hurling

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