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In the right-hand pocket of my former life I’ve left something for you.
That is, darling, your turn will come.
I’d walk out on myself if I could.
I love the distant glow in the nighttime desert sky
like a worn yellow spot in the dark
everything might still slip through.
—Charlie Smith
from section 1 Outside Las Vegas of Late Days
Jump Soul: New and Selected Poems
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