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i might consider it an invitation

if you called me babydoll and said someday

we've got to take a stroll

in the big city together to see what kind of

sidewalk crack secrets are hidden where the sweat of

generations collected and boiled while we

         were born and we toiled

i might consider it an invitation

and if you called me your sweetheart and said sometime we've

      got to take a walk after dark

in the forgotten forest loops to see everything

that was shining now rusting except for we

whose glow isn't so much steel as it is

the phosphorent things we feel

i might consider it an invitation

i might consider Mexican restuarants with low lantern lights and seedy damp booths and fresh morning vegetable markets and nicotine stained apartments and marijuana stained tongues and long stretches of American true blue sky

i might consider it an invitation