The World of B.Z. Niditch
Saturday, September 6, 2014
2OTH CENTURY
A student asked me
if I miss her,
no, nor the trains
to death camps
in the subway
of my subterranean spirit
waved her on
in perpetual motion
by lion doors
until you met this poet
over a cup of espresso
speaking Esperanto.
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