before he died, my dentist used to sing
along to the best of Motown under

that strict surgical mask to scatter the
anxieties, scramble the unknown.

after he left, his small operation was
sold, and those Motown chords were left

on the curb, disbanded, structureless.
on some evenings, under the Washington

Square Arch, you can hear a handful
gathering, unscrambling the known –

the formula to making something
beautiful can be made up of so little
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