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33 New Year’s Eve You knew the reason for longing, why the heart sometimes closes in a clam’s hard purse while that tough knocking goes on & on like rhythmic shelling of a city no one lives in. I’m trying to remember who said it would be easy, who said one word in every song is crazy like the heart that matters or a spinning top or the beat beyond understanding; yeah, crazy like they meant it like every night grew larger than before & morning would regret it. But tonight you look beyond the screen to the tree’s nested lights, to the fat blue lovers on the rink rapt in their silken scarves; then, reach back, swayed by my ardent scrabbling at this barnacled heart. ...

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