I kept finding myself in Xanadu
even though I looked at the map
there were curves leading there
from all other curves in the dust
past the caravan and blue moon
I wanted more water more time
to remember it smaller and cooler
in the posters with peaches and vines
we're all up together in defense
and there it is without pretense
the human body in all its glory
skirted flounced never setting
but rising to leafy treading
round and round the paths
I'm trying so hard to memorize
their faces still from last year
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