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| Apr/May 2005 • Poetry |
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| Apr/May 2005 • Poetry |
The Loss
I thought of you,
But only obliquely,
And would scream alone.
I saw you in every baby creature
And cried for two years.
Now I'm tired.I don't know why
The laser split your world,
Dark and warm,Or what I should learn—
Only that loss is a waiting
For the sky to clear
In another world.
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