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John Repp  








I’ll never leave Landisville,

realm of round steak & letters,

village bereft of gossip & antiques.

In winter, the roundabout ices over,

the A & P shuts down at six & pools


of incandescent light soothe whatever

can be soothed. Out of unbreakable

loyalty to Landisville, you light my pipe

& I your cigarette as coffee cooks.


What notes shall we pluck & hum?

So much remains the same we may

not speak, your black hair taking all


the light. We can do whatever we like

in Landisville, oasis of mandolin,


cinnamon bread & crayons. 

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