A standard size of paper

With coffee in a small crowd
I borrowed from some (or other) one
a leaf of paper and laid down
-the wind against the southern coast,
-that steamed-vegetable smell of communist-block hotels
-the word 'idlewild' with all its new and older connotations
-and an after-supper spent with erik on the bench bank
of the savannah, leaning our bikes against our knees as
the hotel lights of south carolina turned off each in turn
across the lifeless water
while we watched the ferries
fill and empty and,
on seeing us push our bicycles between us
on the cobble stones, an old leather
street musician lifted his cornette to his mouth,
followed us with the bell of his horn, and
played the theme of dodo dodo dodo dodo

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