these are the timesdirty beloved
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11.5.03

whirling on ice you couldn't
stop on, I wondered how much you knew
in those seconds when no maneuvering
could save you, and whether the wide-eyed look
you'd turned towards me was on your face then:

Joan Aleshire
Wide-Eyed Look
Poetry Daily May 11 2003

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