by Paul Hostovsky

PEOPLE LOOK like people.
And places look like places.
And everything rhymes a little
and has been said before.

Bob Dylan in his late 60s
looks a lot like my mother.
It's partly the nose,
partly the big hair.

Déjà vu is the French I knew
before I knew French.
It's nice to meet you,
I've loved you ever since you were born

and probably longer than that.
Can't ken it, canst thou, Kenneth?
Nope. That shit cannot be taught.
This is the poem I have wished I’d written

ever since I read it.

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