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Toward Evening finally, I am spared the memory of things unsaid or badly done who is that boy with flowers on the porch? my brother? son? peach skin shy smile perhaps my grandson, or a neighbor's child small shoes untied Specific promises appointments missed no longer relevant just this boy with flowers on the porch just this |
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