To the dragon
any loss is total.
His rest is disrupted
if a single jewel encrusted
goblet has been stolen.
The circle of himself
in the nest of his gold
has been broken.
No loss is token.
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Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad
by Carl SandburgSIX street ends come together here.
They feed people and wagons into the center.
In and out all day horses with thoughts of nose-bags,
Men with shovels, women with baskets and baby buggies.