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Stopping
Behind a Store One Evening in Bel Air, Maryland |
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by W.F. Manchester |
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| Alone, |
| I look up, |
| Barren limbs outstretch, |
| A lifeless tree stuck fast, |
| Deep in winter, |
| Supplicating… |
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| The moon goddess, |
| Who surely knows the other gods |
| That wrenched you heart from me |
| With the unforgiving steel of a
Rambler’s bumper, |
| Looks down, |
| Silent, |
| Contemptuous of my weakness in
holding fast to your memory, |
| In holding true to your love. |
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