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One evening
when I was still living
at Grand Street
and Monroe,
Isamu Noguchi
came to visit me.


There was nothing in the room
(no furniture,
no paintings).

The floor was covered,
wall to wall,
with cocoa matting.

The windows had no curtains,
no drapes.

Isamu Noguchi said,
“An old shoe
would look beautiful
in this room.”