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  • and, in my life
    will it matter that we met?

    that I noticed the light spinning
    from the thrown hope
    of maple keys before
    they die under bicycle tires
    pushed by gangly boys?

    should I guard my heart from joy
    as I watch the leaves, painted by
    diminished strokes of sunlight,
    freed by a purple sky wind
    and indolent raindrops
    dance their way to earth?

    did my words have any meaning
    even as the salty waves claimed them
    with the sand from my hands and from my feet
    and lent me a small shell in return?

    and, in my life
    will it matter
    that I had hoped again?
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