“I eat a persimmon and the teeth of a tinker in Tibet are put on edge” Robert Penn Warren

Two men, with boxes- carrying cardboard packages.
One man, different each time, twice today with a same-sized box in his hands.
Held by the corners while he talked to his lady-friend walking adjacent in the slant-light.
Two men disjointed-an hour apart, a parking lot apart, half the world away
bringing boxes to their cars.
connected by corrugated paper and wondering
Why they felt like smiling.
Then someone ate a persimmon in Tibet.
This poem inspired by the poetry of Allen Ginsberg

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