were once in MoMA's
sculpture garden,
music playing back,
through these speak-
ers; and then in our
own place, with their
3a's. Guy stuff, not
to explain. Why'd we
splurge for them in
cherry? It was showy,
but one had to. No,
there's no forgetting,
what there is to hear.
Maybe you were ruined
for reception, but I
miss you, all the same.
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