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08.30.10
(See “On Sentimentality” for commentary.)
Luminous green fires:
constellations of may flies
locked in August’ web.

08.31.10
The sky threatens rain
with dark blue motioning— yet
it all proves for naught.

09.01.10
Like a lost traveler,
our conversation wanders,
seeking out a home.

09.02.10
An hour of silence.
Then the roars of school buses,
shrill calls of children.

09.03.10
Yesterday two boys
circled the pond with their dogs:
symbols of my loss.