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Sometimes I think about that night
when we sat in the wet lawn chairs in the backyard
and watched the stars
and you cradled me in your arms and we made pie in the sky plans
about Greenwich Village lofts and latticework trellises entwined with roses
and porch swings and china patterns and beer coasters
and I wondered then if you knew
that it wouldn’t be long before you left me
to dream by myself
sitting on the frozen earth
alone
waiting for the sun to rise
-MWE
14 June 2000
