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Stranger With a Dog

She wept there, unexpectedly, a young woman

with a brown dog not hers, helplessly asking

How did you get like this? so openly

so unfiltered so unrehearsed so much a child.

Something had come undone and she

wept, needing to and there it was, something

I’d done or written or put forth setting it loose in her.

And where and to what she’s gone now I’ll never know.

A stranger who passed right through my life within

minutes but whom I will always remember.

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