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60 For Larry Rivers Perhaps that isn’t the highest form of love, but it was all I could manage. —Larry Rivers I always think that I can manage the highest form of love. In daydreams I rehabilitate the desperate, salve The weary, convert the wanderer. In last night’s dream My GP unexpectedly appeared to whisk me off for a ride On the cog railway. I kept thinking of his unserved Patients, their sanity and hopes of restored health Evaporating among ancient magazines, but I still looked forward Earnestly to a kiss. What a burden for our wellness Personnel, the legend of “playing doctor”! But just now My adulterate love goes to a coaxing Clarinet, a booming dishwasher, my own breaths— We cry our cry with no special audience but ourselves, And there is paradox in every song. ...

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