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Questions Bred of Dreams

Why should the streets of a city, the numbers more or less right come back in a dream on a night removed from the past by sixty- five years? In the newspaper days, I knew the numbers by heart. Why did I not follow charm’s art- ful lead through love’s vexed maze? Why does dust and heat still rise from archives of sleep? Did my eyes not once open to light upon farms? Did lovers not pledge to face all harms and enter new homes after wars on new streets, new numbers on doors?

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