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|Alejandro finds his pleasure in parades,
Liking most the tumult and the noise,
Excited by the close-packed crowds he craves,
Jostled to and fro by burly joys.
A quiet moment is too much to take --
Not too empty, but too full of being.
Depressed by so much existential weight,
Restless in the presence of his state,
Out he runs, in search of what he's fleeing.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon