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			<title>Atque Vale</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2003 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> From Georgia, through South Carolina, 
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 North Carolina, around Greenville and Charlotte, 
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 across the Tugaloo River, and the Broad, 
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 the Catawba, the Yadkin and the New, 
<br>
 through two storms, one thick yet brittle, 
<br>
 the other soft, collecting on the windshield like tears, 
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 over one night, 
<br>
 here I am, flowers in hand, 
<br>
 looking for the little brass plate 
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 that, till they get the stone, marks your spot. Here: 
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 flowers and I, the weak November sun, real tears. 
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 Pointless words, no one around Tuesday afternoon 
<br>
 to hear them, you can&#146;t&rdquo;Psalm 23, 
<br>
 Cardinal Newman&#146;s prayer: &#147;  . . .  the shadows lengthen 
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 and the evening comes, and the busy world,&#148; and so forth. 
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 A few curses. More unwanted tears. 
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 I&#146;m spending tonight with friends in Roanoke. 
<br>
 Then home again. &#147;I won&#146;t be back,&#148; I say 
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 to the air, though who knows? &#147;Godspeed,&#148;  
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 I add, though why I don&#146;t know, 
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 and I turn to walk back to the car, 
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 as the shadows lengthen and the evening comes, 
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 and the busy world, and so forth. 
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			<title> Parts of Speech</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 1996 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
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