Across the table
We take our hands together—
For no one knows the hour or the day.
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Still, a summer morning gathers strength due west.
Here is our desert city, tied to a crane-necked lover
Whose shut eyes twitch with visions of the good life.
This Las Vegas, her blue angel in the bone yard;
Veiled tranquil gaze, no longer in need
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Of rehearsal. Svelte mastery,
Like a shadow cast by momentum,
May be found leaning against faded ironworks,
Venerated plaster, chips of paint.
Outside we sit in sight of towering reflecting pools,
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Like magnifying glass. We don’t wait for fires
To catch, but interlace fingers and ask—
How will we answer
The relentless bribe
Offered us today?