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THE LANCE
November 3, 1988
In Loving Memory of Joel Oppenheimer
Taken from At Fifty
a poem
you smell good she
said like in eighth grade
followed by stories
of her grandpa
and the skunks
how to take that
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rain
breasts ^
new pink dress
allowed only the first i
imagine april in your letter
strange winter with
IV
spring before
groundhog day and^
in the seat
warm rain then
of a car
and dropping tonight
like teenagers
and back to winter
grandson asleep
but he will not
in the house
see his shadow while
twelve feet away
it rains
dreaming of mother’s
nipples and milk
and spring will corne
sweet and warm
quickly then
what were we
time to oil up
dreaming of
the baseball glove
and get the arm
back in shaoe
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