It's been a year.
Too old for kids now
or to start over.
Apprentices'll have to do.
A Rubik's Cube;
the 9 of swords;
at 39
suddenly afraid of rainstorms
with headlights reflected.
Found snapshots depicting
the red sands of Bar Harbor
conduct recreational autopsies.
It's a town that doesn't forget.
None of us do, really.
It's been a year.
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