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November Notes

i
The big white jet glides in,
a buoyant citadel
rich in articulated flaps
clusters of wheels
doors as flush as paint.

ii
Banned dogs gallop
up and down the beach,
leap like cougars
snap at pink Frisbees.

iii
The city today
is a cauldron of winds.
Circular vents
on the roof of a van
spin like roulette wheels.

iv
The poet writes
of being in love
with a famous bitch.
I like this bald, bespectacled lover.