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I've been looking for this poem for so long, I'm beginning to doubt whether it exists. I used to think it was Denise Levertov but now I'm plagued by uncertainty. I only remember images: sunlight, watermelon, flock of birds, tenement windows. If you know or think you know what in the name of puppies I'm talking about, please aid my sanity.

Sooo anyways.

Gamin

All the roofs are wet
and underneath smoke
that piles softly in
streets, tongues are
on top of each other
mulling over the night.

We lay against each other
like banks of violets
while the slate slips
off the roof into the
garden of the old lady
next door. She is my

enemy. She hates cats
airplanes and my self
as if we were memories
of war. Bah! when you
are close I thumb my
nose at her and laugh.

(Frank O'Hara)