in the basement of The Louvre
near a sleepy guard
i took possession of a
small stone head
which was chiseled
white and brown
without apparent prejudice
in a tribal way far less modern
but no less real
than a working windmill
near the Bateau Lavoir
and it must have been
close to 1907 at all events
and i was hungry and inspired
and put the statue under my arm
arranged my heavy coat
raised my collar
walked out silently
and that is how i remember it
before i sailed for California
and became a cowboy
riding on an Apollinaire saddle
into the surreal sunset of a western sky.
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