It is never safe to think that something you've lost
Has not made its way to Baba Yaga's hut so that
You'll be sitting there, drinking tea from a chipped glass
When you notice the bus pass stolen from you
In 1969 underneath a pile of silver feathers
Tipped with gold. Even if Baba Yaga says "Take it --
The boy who stole it has no need of it now!"
Let it lie there.1969 has no place for you now.
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