If I had to live in one writer’s universe, 
Let it be Davenport’s
No economic excesses or worries
Plentiful sex but no VDs or pregnancy scares
Everyone has Scandinavian beauty
Tall and blonde
Reads ancient Greek
And is brilliant
It’s almost always spring
People walk and bicycle a lot
They are young, athletic
fictional versions 
Of Keats’ urn
Where beauty is truth
And truth is
Swimming naked
In the afternoon 
Having studied
the presocratics
All morning

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