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                                    Jay Rubin

           —October, 1988

A fist kissed the bedroom wall
  Sheetrock giving way to grief

Through that hole your footsteps fled
  Silent seagulls on the roof

Within a week, that hole is patched
  Spackled, smoothed—a bruise removed

Lines between us disappeared
  Quiet as seagulls all these years

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