(JCH -- 1991)
The man at the counter checked my ID.
Everything was in order, he said
As he glanced at the mug shot.
Is that a dog in a cow pasture?
Am I here?
Were we there?
Where have we been?
And where are we going?
I don’t remember everything.
They read my mind
Took the words right off the page.
Surely she must know by now.

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