Transitions--
	The past remembered
	But untouchable;
	The future unseen,
	Unknowable.
	We place so much
	Upon the now
	And then it's gone.
	Take the memories
	And run!
	Run from them,
	But they dog us
	Just the same.
	I stripped the office
	That was mine
	For seven years,
	Yet could not erase
	The events
	That unfolded there.
	Where now?
	I do not know.

9/30/82

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