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Public Transportation you were not with me yet you were wearing your uniform blazer riding the bus and then the Metro to work in the morning driven through darkness diving under Washington’s marble warrens of warlords into your eight daily hours at the Holocaust Memorial Museum how many winters did you the winters I slept late learned Anglo-Saxon left and ran lawless lazed slammed raved made less than a living professing language in the woods of the Battle of The Wilderness hated myself for having a car abandoned it out west and yet we would manage to meet and immediately know we were it each other’s the whole subway could see us our hands held solemnly braced on the seatback before us in the posture of prayer in ecstasy pulled up through the tunnels electric and elevated escaping the city the century streaming high over the dammed-up highways the dark and sparkling Potomac while over us planes rose and somewhere beyond their glow so did the brightening stars 78 HadawayRevisedPages 8/15/06 3:09 PM Page 78 ...

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