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Dusk

where is the name no one answered to

gone off to live by itself

beneath the pine trees separating houses

without a friend or a bed

without a father to tell it stories

how hard was the path it walked on

all those years  belonging to none

of our struggles  drifting under

the calendar page elusive as

residue  when someone said

how have you been  it was

strangely that name that tried

to answer

from TransferFind it in the library

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Published in Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

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