Napkin Love Note

For her
it was in seeing trees in spring
it was under murky moonlite
and in knowing there was no king
nor the notion of wrong or right

Only that patience to always understand
and that her seconds did not belong to her

Of her I can not say what happened
but I suspect Id see her back in Pilsen
looking for love in a computer box
and falling for the electric demagogue
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