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Saginaw

 
We look each other in the

eye and it’s no use

--Jean Seberg

--Breathless

  
It could have been in Saginaw

or Chattanooga, Dubuque 

 
or Murfeesboro. One day they looked

at each other and knew it was over,

 

knew she would head west or south,

he would go east. Nothing to say –

 

words not necessary. She packed and 

took a bus. He didn’t watch, didn’t want

 

to knew where it was headed. He’s forgotten

the day and the time. It’s better

 

that way. There’ll be others they can look

at and see something – deep in the pupil 

 
a camera lens will open and record beauty or

or light – and a smile. Saginaw will fade, a pin

 

prick on a map, a page in a book, a thought

no longer remembered.

 

                                    Zvi A. Sesling

             Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts