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Retracing Our Steps to Utopia I

. . . you nevertheless go on, walking towards Utopia.
          - Marguerite Young

You scripted our combinations, our permutations,
the topography of us as mother tongue
following birds and Simon and Garfunkel,
retracing our steps to Utopia.

You played the audience with your seasoned self
ordering room service with another's voice:

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?

Your wings became alternative mysteries
dissected, examined, reassembled
into what we dubbed The New Next.
Or so we thought.
But then someone was shaken down, and the clock reset.

Alexi Lubomirski