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Happening
Just one day into Paris, We can no longer say That we're going to have a great time, Because it's already happening; Indeed, it's been happening Since before we stepped off the train; It started even before London, Months ago, Back in the States, Whenever we'd let our fantasies Get the better of our fancies.
Here in the Tuileries, right this now, Kissing between bites Of our green-red-and-white salads, Thinking how those happenings Have begun to happen, We realize how "happening" Is its own perpetual present, A time-sea Flowing backward, future-ward, Simultaneously, Happening, happening, happening.
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