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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