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Authors

Julie Hanson

Abstract

Richard stopped our car partway
up our drive and did he
ever have a puzzled look:
whye's my wife just standing there,
exiled and outside?
I pointed in reply
to the wires running overhead,
wires that, usually, we never notice,
and motioned to their juncture with our house
where a little fire had started.

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