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On days like that wet July in ’92

when defeat rained helplessness

after a vote count

of a mere student election;

on days when truth like sunshine

embarks from the clearest eyes of friends

whose honestly

it is said

pours from bloodied wounds,

in hesitant approaches,

they come,

words

          so easily

          so articulate

          so logically thrust

like daggers,

and people wonder why

I choose

To shut heart-window

Now and then.

Ithaca

October 1995

[from the collection 'Epistles: 1984-1996]

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