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Johanna
Sorrow did you follow me
outside. I thought you’d
like to stay indoors awhile.
I know you: a Roman copy
but you’ve the look and feel
impenetrable marble of the real
thing itself. Sorrow won’t you
stand with hands where I can
see before you lay them on me.
Your touch like the tap
on my childhood head,
when someone says, Get up get up,
it’s time for you to run.
hilary dobel
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