Go ahead, walk
maybe there is a beach to comb, girls hair
clips and bracelet gems
The last time I wanted
revenge I drove to the top of a hill
and read a poem
over and over and over
We are strangers
more strange
with each year
hard to believe
Do you share this fear?
That if you skip a page--that page
will be the one page
that mattered
--
A.M.D.
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