All the rosy
Little wonders
Of the minor
Soul’s existence—
Two parts stories,
One part mundane,
One part bizarre
In some small way—
One day, he spent
In old Marseille
In Greek ruins,
Which surprised him.
The cemetery
And the prison
He’d imagined
When small did not.
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