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Sport 19: Lightworks
Window
Window
I took my pen
on a working holiday.
It saw interesting though
partial things
through its long window.
At night I held it
in my hand. We dreamed
of home. Goodbye,
goodbye—I shook
hands with the Dean
of Liberal Arts and Sciences.
He wore a dirty tie—a girl
pushing herself together—
something we made up
to climb out