My black tshirt says today
the Gates in New York City
It takes me back to a Sunday
of Christos' art committee.
The weather too allotted parlay
deeply burrowed in the Park
every mood on straight display
people walking under the tarp.
We gaped at the vast societé
from the roof of the Museum
ORANGE may it never decay
in my memory's mausoleum.
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