I'm unknown in
Manhattan,
but I can recall it
on waking sometimes
when the universe is kind.
Even if the dream
which has me smiling,
disappears,
and it is just another morning
shower, coffee, magazine,
fragment of a thought, before
I sit down at the screen
to draw a map of a place
I've never been.
some city in Los Angeles,
not Manhattan or Queens.
I was there at seventeen,
no one knew me then,
and might not ever still.
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