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Lois 

Curly hair bouquet

Smiling behind large glasses

You're in the tenth grade


She strums Joni style

Dark Scorpio ruled by Mars

Feeling all the words


Winter afternoon

Ouija board candles séance

She is Queen of Wands


You are fifteen, you

don't know anyone who's dead

Except for Woody


You own the night streets

Cool, inhaling Marlboros

the Two of Wands rule


Flower power folk music

Washington Square afternoons

Positively fourth


Graduation day

You leave for college alone

You forget to write


Thirty years later

You meet again on Facebook

Two mothers of sons


Today's her birthday

You click on her timeline page

And read the farewells


You light a candle

Look for her in the night sky

the Five of Cups drawn

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  • A poem by Alice Graves.

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