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About This Poem
Empty Bed
Juat past the far river levee
Your dream abides wide awake in America;
Step slowly on the first path
Without signposts...
Run in your own language
To everywhere,
And you arrive without traveling.
Be calm tonight -
Unless the useless premise
Of your lover's full blown lies
Brings you down too hard...
No tears in public to embarress;
(Recriminations hardly count in the 21st Century)
No tears in private,after all....
Such wasted signs and signals
To one special remark...
It's just his smile,
(If you remember),
That always breaks your heart...
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