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| Zodiacal light, Oregon coast, photo by Ben Coffman |
When the town priest
eloped with the principal's daughter
just after the caps and the gowns,
we were all for it.
Good luck to the coach and his pitcher.
Dreamers, subversives, one foot on the moon,
lights of the zodiac just beyond reach,
so many of us with our secrets,
adrift with desire and illusions
that sometimes aligned.
We thought we knew,
with our guard down,
the power of love,
but we learned we had no idea.
If only the rest of our lives.
Be advised.
