Blue wind
whips around
Belardo’s.
Melville lived in
this place once.
Now, it’s a
greasy bar. A
fat woman with stringy
hair screams
lousy, lousy
Blood spurts from
somebody’s mouth.
It’s still on the
floor when
we leave.
Yellow snow.
Dove St, Providence.
The names of the
streets nothing
like them
*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
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