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Finding me, the amnesiac,
at the graveside
is not common.

Today,
nostalgia is the succor-
of fun, of laughter, of joy,
of a place that I called my own.

The resident ghost,
invisible,
has a burden
in his own paradise.

Am I a friend
or an enemy?

He stares through the concrete
with chagrin.
Why does he have to come?”