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Show Go Love/182 you've thought out the words during winter happy hours-there is no getting ready, no thinking that can ever get you ready for the moment when the monkey man drives into your driveway in that long black car, how everything is on the verge of something else, endless not-knowing in the face of absolute knowing. The edges of the ripped up photograph dig into me through my pants pocket-my life. And together we make an entourage, the monkey man at the wheel, wheeling under the blue sky and the heat and the daffodil. |