With Birth
I scoop up the ocean
& place it in a glass ball
& put in my pants' pocket
to look at when I'm blue.
I photograph the night
in its entirety
and put it in my shirt pocket,
for a similar view.
You'd think a man
with such riches would feel joyful;
I worry I'll be searched by the police
and have to explain how I came by all this
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