Bill Corbett

It's always night, or we wouldn't need light.

			Thelonius Sphere Monk

Monk alone
	       stately raindrops

R's clatter
	  rungs up the ladder
what's the use? 
Bud lands in Creedmore
	   Monk, Weehawken
where beauty keeps
	    strange hours
so the good doctor wrote
they left us there 
in the exact moment we live

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