Unknown in
Manhattan,
but I can recall it
waking sometimes when
the universe was kind.
Even if the dream
which had me smiling,
disappeared,
and it was just another
morning shower, coffee, magazine,
fragment of a thought, before
I sat down at the screen
to draw a map of a place
I've never been.
some city in LA,
not Manhattan.
I was there at seventeen,
no one knew me then,
and might not ever still.
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