With her pan
the old prospector
points upward
— for Laura Bell
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Vincent Tripi
the day i find
poems from a desert hermitage
1725 Marion Avenue, Apt 12-I.
Novato, CA.
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according to his inscription, Vincent
sent me a gift of this fine book of short
poems when he was living in Novato, CA.,
and come to think of it Sweetheart and I
passed through there some years earlier —
I believe Vincent even tried to look us up
in Vermont when he was living just down
river from us but I guess he got lost, as
others have, long before GPS took the fun
out of everything — Vincent passed away
last Fall and I'm thinking about him now
[ BA ]
