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opened the door to the kitchen...
The land lady in a cloud of spaghetti steam welcomed me (to the beat of Vivaldi
and vigorous discussions)
in the erudite heart
of Columbia University.
III
One of those travel moments when you feel cut loose, forlorn – every gene yearning
to be transported
home
instantly.
I crossed the road
for shelter from the northern world’s sleet and cold – climbed the first steps I could reach,
entered a gallery. Paid the fee, turned left,
without any interest in the first display waiting, whatever it might have been.
But
there she stood
in the glass cabinet.