Spring 1988 • Vol. X No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1988 |

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With every subtlest quaking of the car we subtly quake; on both of us the same sunbeam lays its blessing; we are as good as twins—except that I'm awake and mad with guessing at the smile that hovers and alights and passes, while you dream.

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