the twelve year old girl found days after she left for the park, her identity confirmed by DNA evidence; the veteran beaten down on the sidewalk; the hospiced paraplegic whose wife lay her head on his shoulder and listened to the pauses between breath after he’d arranged for the breathing apparatus to go. Go back to the blue moon you walked out to see between the leafedout branches. Go back as you can to hibiscus Syriacus, to the friend under the moon, though beauty recalls the shroud.
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