<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Oldest Living Thing In L.A.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum <br>Trying to cross the street. It was late, the street <br>Was brightly lit, the opossum would take <br>A few steps forward, then back away from the breath <br>Of moving traffic. People coming out of the bars <br>Would approach, as if to help it somehow. <br>It would lift its black lips & show them <br>The reddened gums, the long rows of incisors, <br>Teeth that went all the way back beyond <br>The flames of Troy & Carthage, beyond sheep <br>Grazing rock-strewn hills, fragments of ruins <br>In the grass at San Vitale. It would back away <br>Delicately & smoothly, stepping carefully <br>As it always had. It could mangle someone’s hand <br>In twenty seconds. Mangle it for good. It could <br>Sever it completely from the wrist in forty. <br>There was nothing to be done for it. Someone <br>Or other probably called the LAPD, who then <br>Called Animal Control, who woke a driver, who <br>Then dressed in mailed gloves, the kind of thing <br>Small knights once wore into battle, who gathered <br>Together his pole with a noose on the end, <br>A light steel net to snare it with, someone who hoped <br>The thing would have vanished by the time he got there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Larry+Levis">Larry Levis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431933" data-title="The Oldest Living Thing In L.A. de Larry Levis" data-description="At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street. It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic. People coming out of the bars Woul..."></div> </div> </div>

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