I didn’t demand too much
but too little
in cotton bell bottoms and wool vest
in the gray slush.
I’ve long forgotten
she was Bufferin and headaches.
You know the stuff that’s a misery to drive in
but a joy to watch, if you stay home.
From where we sat then, it was the Far West.
A realm the small-town designer would label
along with Pittsburgh
the “Near East.”
I really ought to get going
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