a poem for Lawrence Kasdan
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the one great noir film
to always come back to
Great beyond what seemed possible
at the time
Great to see the chimes
(see the chimes?)
(I want to hear them...)
Great to smash the window
with a lawn chair
as an overture to intimacy
The ocean nearby,
and the beach,
and the visiting husband
who's gone but not dead
Dark nights
hot days
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