i saw in the funny papers today
that you are still alive,
your hair inked black
your trousers red
your green shirt buttoned
to the very top.
you smelled poignantly of paper.
i was glad to see you,
the happy quarter notes
of a whistled song
drawn on blue sky
above your puckered lips.
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