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Sarah Henkel

Alumni

moved to the ends

of Earth

prose in flames

kindling distant dreams—

midday pastries melting

moonlit tugs on parted lips

poured down a gutter

pavement cracks gritty

with mud, gravel

cigarette ashes, frozen gum

molded a fossil—some prehistory

a photo, a placard, a plate

a place

I should remember well—

but cannot.