The Favored

A weekly poem, read by the author.
Aug. 7 1997 3:30 AM

The Favored

The Favored

By David Rivard

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(posted Wednesday, Aug. 6)

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In the dream that repeats as certain
as dusk you walk with me
again as it happens strolling by

yards of quiet or clamoring families.
Affable street, & nothing accidental
here, so it makes sense

I like the people we pass by thinking
the sunglasses I wear
mean me a blind man.

Always you grip a white second-hand paperback.
I can almost smell the spine's
cracked glue as you read

aloud. Pulp--
narrated by a foolish minor princeling
or gypsy tinker, his eyes aquamarine,

squinting through venetian shades into
the bedroom of a scullery maid/dominatrix/police detective
who offers to straddle

the plantation master/diplomat/dope dealer's head
as he lies there on the floor,
the enticements of her taffeta, spandex, musk,

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