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Tom Clausen
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without fanfare
I drag the dead branch
to the brush pile
another day risen
and fallen from my life
how many people
can you connect to
and lose in a life
without feeling
quite lost
she has twice
had to bring me back
to the garden to help—
how happy it makes her
when I stay
for ten years
we've come to this lake
for vacation—
in the camera this year
your smile a little less
so many chances
in a day
to say something to you,
but here it is
growing late
at the old parking lot
the sparrows bathe
in a big puddle
sometimes I'm so happy
just to be here as witness
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