memories have replaced me

here in this chair

watching the full moon rise until

it passes beyond sight over the roof


ask me who I am and I may answer you

in the Old French of Villon's time

or shake a beggar bowl at you

defying you to look me in the eye


from some marketplace in ancient Judea

ages before we met on Brighton Beach some years back


I could be anyone from anything

sitting here at the window

made of nothing but memories

that have replaced the missing moon






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