(For Diane and Judy) There is something I forgot;A name, though I still knowMost faces or perhaps a word.I misplace faces, names and wordsPronounced until they vanish, Disappearing in caverns…There are many empty, dark places.Do you remember that early SeptemberBy the lake? We water skiedAnd watched for bears while pickingBerries. On the north shore, geeseGathered

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