British cab drivers learn the streets of London
and drive what they learn until the map is seared on neurons
with their mothers' names, their favorite team, the taste of milk...
Finn's mind is busy burning connections, labeling and classifying,
so that forevermore he knows the sound of the mailslot flapdoor,
the smell of dishwasher soap, the pattern of light on the rug...
Forever he knows that dogs prefer some books to others,
that sand is thrilling to throw, that old women offer to take
him home and keep him. Steps are high, the Recycling Truck is
the Best Truck. Hummus on banana cannot hide the taste of banana.
Moons must be bade Goodnight.
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