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Jan 2016
I noticed that
  the poet that you loved
         put a book together.

I wanted and still want it
   to have and read
           and to breathe in that new book smell.

To dream of us reading it aloud together
...to dream of us doing anything together again

Two days ago you drove past -
I worried that we are left
with no other tense
I'll worry for a while
Billo
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Billo
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