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Nostalgia
"Through pleasures and palaces" —
Through hotels, and Pullman cars, and steamships . . .
Pink and white camellias
floating in a crystal bowl.
The sharp smell of firewood.
The scrape and rustle of a dog stretching himself
on a hardwood floor.
And your voice, reading — reading —
to the slow ticking of an old brass clock . . .
"Tickets, please!"
And I watch the man in front of me
Fumbling in fourteen pockets.
While the conductor balances his ticket-punch
Between his fingers.