Received
a found poem based on Chapter 9 of Lois Lowry’s The Giver 

Separate, different, apart, and 
	alone
You, singled out, the one, felt 
	the empty
Startlingly close to indescribable,
	the unnerving silence that fell
     across the room – apart – the others
don’t know this precision of language;
	alone.
The same terrifying sentence (before)
   they watched you, diminished
     to the most important job in the community.
You are prohibited from small jokes
	and unimportant friends.
A moment of uncertainty – you dreamed
    so rarely of promised answers, 
	of great honor, different

	and alone.								


19 November 2002

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