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Boys get lost,

girls wait to get found. 

A theory


Maybe I'm lost on a road

wrong exit--   wrong street

easily corrected 


Or confused, late at night

wandering down strange streets without streetlights

knocking on the door of people whose names I forget  


waking from a dream:  a series of errors

houses that are empty

letters filled with words I did not write


a stack of books on a table with empty pages save one

Title page,  signed and dated

five years from now 





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