Seeing the celebrated actor
interviewed
with his dimples and his abs
reminds me yet again:
brains and beauty
seldom bike in tandem.
But seeing Meryl Streep
makes me think:
if she were a poem
I'd read every syllable
with delight.
And every night now
just as dark falls,
a rat
comes careening
through our Judas tree:
Day moving after day,
night following on night.
The graphic: a picture Steve took in May 2005 from a café window, of a band marching down a street in Köln--why the band and why the celebration, we didn't know.
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