And
- - -“What is your favorite word?”
-“And. It is so hopeful.”
- -And you were there at the start of it alland you were there at the end bitter as a nail
-and you folded your hands like little dovesthat flew away like an afterthought
-when you turned to me and the window lighton your face when you told me and I did not
-recognize you in the throng of those whoare not you and I asked are we in a church
-and you answered with the look on your facelike birds caught in a snare like on a voice
-and I think it might have been my voiceand I could not do but look away my head
-was not my head anymore or hold my thoughtsI never did get an answer from you but from
-the man on the radio murmuring all nightand I couldn’t understand him so far away
-and I could tell I was missing something importantand you nodded to yourself at something he said
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