RESCUED
I remember how they found
you, in a dream, wrapped
in that old coat Agnes
let you look younger in.
You were the ex-president
of every event you attended,
though still longing for
more or less of the same.
Because your location
was a well-guarded secret,
we had to look for you
in all the wrong places.
Now we can't remember
who you were.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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