"14th and First"--Tupelo Press 30/30, Day 14

Today's poem is the first in what will probably be a short series of poems about my days in New York, 1987-1990 or so--very much works of nostalgia. I hadn't thought that I'd be writing anything else about David (the man I wrote about in my memoir), but, well, this happened...

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