Frank O'Hara - a tribute and found poem

This poem is composed from the first lines from the first 12 poems in Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems.

If I rest for a moment near the Equestrian
The sun, perhaps three of them,one black one red, you
Quick! a last poem before I go
I watched and armory combing its bronze bricks
The black ghinkos snarl their way up
My love is coming in a glass.

It's my lunch hour, so I go
It is still raining and the yellow-green cotton fruit
Instant coffee with slightly sour cream
So many things in the air! soot
I am very happy to be here at the Villa Hugel
It is dirty.

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Itinerary

My life has followed
an itinerary
unexpected
in its twists and turns.

I arrived when least expected
and left in
the winds of the
night.

I may come your way
or not
dependent
on
the whims of time.

NZ, Australia
U.S.A
U.K
France
to name a few.

The crossroads determine
my moves
on the itinerary
of life.

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Crossroads

At the Cross Roads
I am waiting for you
Troubled and unsure

Feeling the pressure
Of indecision
And unease

Knowing that
Soon my mind
Will be made

And with enthusiasm
I will take the way
Of the beckoning
Future.