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Dawn View Money

I would like to have money
      the color of this dawn
where a green light blinks
      on the Jersey shore,

jingling in my pocket
      when I went uptown —
I'd buy the paper with
      a piece of that sky —

What news that would be,
cool smoky rose purple
      wicked eyes laughing
      changeless change changing,
O my currency.