hand-me-down shirts
with elbows worn thin
in dim twilight
each boy's gaze tracks the couple
past the orphanage gate
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this fresh morning
I wake alone to the world
of broken dreams ...
yet outside new leaves bud
from an oak stump
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alone
in California golden light
slanted through the room ...
I close my eyes, listening
to the child in my mind's corner
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I waved at her
beyond the departure gate
yet she didn’t turn ...
memories of her packed
into the folds of my mind