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I found an old one while cleaning the hard drive.

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tonight I fingered the outline
of the gas station at the corner
the hovering palm, and brief curve
of the foothill behind the freeway
like the ribbon of an old medal
from a quiet war
ran my eye along the horizon
bright and sad
--like you do for an old lover, caught
in passing, held my head up
cocked--like I was feeling the breeze
skulking through a window
in a wall that has fallen
clear