The summer everyone left for the moon
a harvest gold _&_ avocado green leisure suit with fm radio, it was
You used to say, “June?
They arrived at the desk of the Hotel Duncan
From my hometown, near Vilna, her letter came;
[ A round-ish, line-drawn shape appears in the center of the poem,
i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
It was hers.
1.]Â Â Â NUMB FUGGO STRANGER W. PRISTINE RECTUM
                First Day On The Job
