Untitled: To Paul

This morning you bumped
your own dresser.
Knocking a pack of Certs,
wintergreen flavor,
onto the floor.

One cert flew loose and
landed in your mouth.

Then you awoke
and I had
a fresh mint taste in my mouth.

I had another.

~ Iowa City, 1973-1974.

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