Replogle

Replogle 

Maybe you argued about Auden of whom

you knew or knew him? But he'd just died.

So maybe you clobbered one of us. I can't

remember. How you became Lennon's

publicist you explained once later, and I

also can't remember that, but. You were so

handsome unlike the rest of us —hicks

to the core —yet thinking maybe we could

connect with those rich and famous poets

like Levine or Levertov —unknowing, yes,

that we already had among us future

knights of the keyboard like Baroody

and Bram and Stover and Perrow, et al—

Je te remercie —you, in my mind's eye.

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