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| Selected Poems from Daily Horoscope from The Gods of Winter |
Summer Storm We stood
on the rented patio We hugged
the brownstone wall behind us The rain
was like a waterfall To my surprise,
you took my arm Then suddenly
the storm receded I watched
you merge into the group, Why does
that evening's memory There are
so many might have beens, And memory
insists on pining
from
Interrogations at Noon |
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2001 Dana Gioia unless
otherwise noted.
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