Happy birthday Hank!
A poem is a city
a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,
filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war,
its barbershops filled with cynical drunks,
a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,
a poem is the world...
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