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waiting for doves.
If you’re a locust tree, you know what to do.
If you’re a sock, you find a foot and sweat together.
If you’re the Magna Carta Libertatum,
you go to the basement and avoid sun deterioration
and you’re careful to not get mold on you.
If you’re Mihai Viteazu, you stay on your horse
and point your beard at the sky.
But what do you do if you’re Dorel Vasilescu
and you really think you’re Dorel Vasilescu?
Mr. Gică is the world’s greatest barber.
The greatest tenors go to him, and the greatest soccer players.
They know they are the greatest tenors
and they pull out their handkerchiefs and mop their brow.
They know they are the greatest soccer players
and while they wait on the melamine bench,
they re-tie their shoelaces.
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