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51 Commencement Day, 2005 Diamonds and Rust undid me there on I-81, dirge of old loves and slights keened across from speaker to speaker, plaintive Baez vibrato hung in the air, like your yearbook face in my file of memories. So hopeful, so eager to commence, your cap and gown tossed to the backseat for tomorrow while careless boys dove from the dock, brave of chilly May lakes, and watched you cramp then sink into bottom-tangle of trees. Three days down, at your parents’ request, we gathered the seniors, sent them forward, while your family stood vigil lakeside. You remain forever new, no diamonds, no rust, no memories gathered to cut you through or break your heart. ...

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