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Returning memories? No, at the time of death I’d like to see lost objects return instead. Avalanches of gloves, coats, suitcases, umbrellas --- come, and I’ll say at last: What good’s all this? Safety pins, two odd combs, a paper rose, a knife, some string --- come, and I’ll say at last: I haven’t missed you. Please turn up, key, come out, wherever you‘ve been hiding, in time for me to say: You’ve gotten rusty, friend! Downpours of affidavits, permits and questionnaires, rain down and I’ll say: I see the sun behind you. My watch, dropped in the river, bob up and let me seize you --- then, face to face, I’ll say: Your so-called time is up. And lastly, toy balloon once kidnapped by the wind --- come home, and I’ll say: There are no children here. Fly out the open window and into the wide world; let someone else shout” Look!” and I will cry. |
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