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On the Death of Allen Ginsberg
April 5, 1997
by Mary Langer Thompson

Like a Joshua tree
in the desert
with upstretched arms,
you howled--
pricking some,
admired by others.
I could have heard you,
met you,
at the foot
of the Rockies,
at Naropa.
But then I was living
a softer poetry.

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