Superman flies onto his first comic book.
I wore a large brim hat
Uncomprising year–I see no meaning to life.
The summer everyone left for the moon
a harvest gold _&_ avocado green leisure suit with fm radio, it was
You used to say, “June?
They arrived at the desk of the Hotel Duncan
From my hometown, near Vilna, her letter came;
[ A round-ish, line-drawn shape appears in the center of the poem,
i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
