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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  On Business in Another Town 


The women in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel
were unusually attractive and effectual

which caused some men caught in laborious
situations to pause and to watch them

with admiration as they walked among the sofas,
lamps, and chairs.  Outside the hills were green

from spring rains and seemed in contention with
the cleaver housing tracts crawling across them—

a freeway barely shared that small space in the valley
where the creek ran and then, in the distance

above the bay, disappeared between the hills
set softly upon the risen horizon:  everything

seemed in some form of earnest hurry to get
to that place where a pact could be stricken.

Some form of signed agreement seemed always at hand;
some form of courtesy seemed always to accompany us.



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