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| study in progeny |
| You welcome strangers to hallways, |
| some of whom having no idea why they came, |
| yet all waiting. |
| you greet them with gifted compassion |
| I silently wonder how well you can keep |
| recognition's stark secrets. |
| And did Charon, ferrying gleaming warriors |
| across his domain, secretly spirit a daughter |
| into the light, cheating the gods of the sacrifice |
| her name would have made her, |
| and would she remember her past, |
| one whose eyes only saw the Agean |
| her skies drenched bright blue: how many ships |
| did you silently launch that you now never mention? |
| I've seen you dressed up in shadows, the ones with the memories, |
| adorned in your sliver of dark, your birthstone amulet. |
| child of light, dark rivers run deep to their pale arctic oceans -- |
| do you, still, sometimes, long |
| for the place that you left? |
| © Jon Bohrn (1999) |
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