Tangere

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Post Poem #8, for Melody

The Chicago Picasso—irresistible fun, even for Gwendolyn Brooks. So how could I avoid joining the kids sliding down its incline when I was in Chicago last Sat.?

And how could I avoid writing about it, especially for my former colleague and still good friend Melody, who saw the pic and said I had made Picasso happy.