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A Fieldlab

1.

I helped her
with the suit-
case.  It was
so stingy and
light.  She
owned nothing,
but a plastic
cup of Donald
Duck, smiling.

2.

In the hallway
there was nothing,
not even her usual
tears, not even my
frightened talk.

3.

At the door I
gently kissed her,
trembling almost as
much as her:  but
we knew each other.
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