Hilarious to be the blind boy who loves Brahms
Face pressed to fabric speaker of radio
Holding fast, seaward, first hint
Of big idea—cardamon pastry
In his hand—rain
At the window
1958 & grownups
Sleeping, Helsinki
Late Winter
Ships calling
From the harbor
His heart beating
As if he’d
Inherited it
From a gull
Fantastic
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yes yes children pressed against, and into, what gives both excitement and solace
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