Blue Eyed Lady

How is my blue-eyed lady
of the first night of spring
who kisses so softly on broadway
in the dust of passing buses
under the marquee
in the pressure of public unaware?
as I think -she makes me feel like Rita did,
near the tops of the trees.


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America-not yet finished
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At 34
Blue Eyed Lady
By Faith Alone
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