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Happenstance by Rita Dove

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Because I remember you, love. And the times that I was used to. The times that I sometimes wish had never happened.

Rita Dove

When you appeared it was as if
magnets cleared the air.
I had never seen that smile before
or your hair, flying silver. Someone
waving goodbye, she was silver, too.
Of course you didn’t see me.
I called softly so you could choose
not to answer – then called again.
You turned in the light, your eyes
seeking your name.

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