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And what’s this supposed to be?
A gazebo for two anarchists?
An aluminum replica of a beehive?
Mozart’s birthday?
It eludes me, but we stand here
on the side of the hill, holding hands
and looking expectantly around
like any other older couple waiting for a UFO.
H o w i e G o o d
At the Sculpture Garden
edited by Laura M. Kaminski
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