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{having you come up after so much time} lyn lifshin thinking what it would be like re- reading your letter like a map, I folded September, then un- folded it again. I thought I was ready but it was like thunder you hear on the phone when you’re talking to someone where the storm is. You know it’s coming, moving east like most weather but you still wake up startled, dazed. When it breaks, the rain on the glass, the lightning that makes the room even darker |
