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Red Sky in the Morning
by Lyn Lifshin

Later, I wouldn't need
a photograph to picture you

deep under lilies. That room
half underground, a rehearsal.

Your hair, a white river
flowing to join other rivers.

Asked a wish, you said
only to hear the diagnosis

was wrong


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