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Yield to the rhythms of living Lowell and I ate fresh salad on my porch high enough to not miss sundown my next door neighbor takes in sun naked on the porch we share she asks does she offend me

and Leslie sent me shells and driftwood in a little box from Chicago yield to the spin I had today in an old barber chair and didn't get dizzy when Tom helped me dismount

Yield to time and the wrinkles Crinkling under me eyes smile lines they're called and Yield to people who're people in stores in offices, open air, hot dog stands, street and my house framed & belittled though they are by heavy concrete buildings or tight suits with patience get them to Yield to me and step outside.