Dear beautiful like an orange blossom:
what is the nice surprise?

Why do you wait on the street corner
eating raisins with the paperboy?

What brings you up before light,
up with the joggers and the street cleaners?

Have you brought me treats in your book bag,
translated texts or subversive sonnets?

Skip over to me and let me smell your ponytail shoulders
All citrus peels and cheap cigarettes-
all mystery and guile
give me another reason to dream of dawn

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