The Knowledge

Only because you’re handsome—
that dark black hair of yours,
those slick metallic sides
sweeping down the sidewalk,
stopping to kneel at the neediest feet—

You know where to take me
without even asking—
you know me
better than a cabbie in London
knows his British city. The main street,
the side street.  My street, yours.

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