Sunday, November 8, 2020

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Was it that far from the mapwork . . .
the insistence to get on with the cancellations? . . .
A breadwinner's dream . . .
Retracing the redacted? . . .
The trail muted but discernable
and the search party hot on the tracks
adjusting to the slippage in terrain . . .
And if I'm not mistaken . . . in the entire
offset bailiwick
which seems to have fallen into our laps
with little fortitude to boot . . .
You have bent over backwards many times
as evidenced by the plethora
of doctoral dissertations
microscoping your rather large conundrum . . .
OK, I see no reason not to pull up stakes
and begin yet again at square one . . .
A bellwether year, perhaps? . . .
Have you forgotten the first time . . .
the singular devotion to the raucous
which if nothing else
fed the excitement that propelled you
notwithstanding into a variety of encounters? . . .

Ruven Afanador


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