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My love crosses fields
on a train heading far east,
my book on his lap.







I forget what happened
in The Temple of the Golden Pavilion. Something
was lost, or not attained.
Someone died trying.






Across a table, A. describes a film
to D., her mother: the newly dead
must choose a memory to live in for eternity.
They inhabit private rooms
in a dorm of indecision.





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