This
Read my thoughts. I think
and my heart near-
ly stops. These things I
must not forget.
I do not know
how. But this is how.
--Chet Gresham
Elaine, in some other room,
dips her pen into
the well & starts
to me quietly
a letter. Sounds
bronze a little
& then sheets mostly.
--Patrick Culliton
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