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Mirage
by Cecil Vernon Crumrine, Jr.
I sat watching the wind
form words in the fluid sand
and I believed in the power
of miracles...
for I saw your name scrawled
before me... stirring memories
of a dance floor
slick with tears...
and I thought myself better off blind
until, mercifully, that selfsame wind
whipped it all forever away
in a dusty fury.
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