"I have a dream of acting once" like Branagh
knowing the punchline and stretching
the nylon web across the cafe eaves, spiders'
plastic cling and vine lashed gourds
peering at the sunmap of an asphalt yard, Sketches of Spain
leaking from a subwoofer and honey and tea stains on the door.
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