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JEANNE MURRAY WALKER

November, Two AM

All night the caution light blinks
in the mountains. Through the wilds
of Pennsylvania in the blueblack night,
a mail truck toils up a mountain.  

The words inside cannot be taken back. 
There are four things we have to remember. 
I try to recall what they are. 
They all begin with darkness. 

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   Contributor’s notes

   November, Two AM
   Something to Work With
   Trying to Save You
   The Two Selves
   Where Can I Go to Find You

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