Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Sunday, March 6, 2016
On Seeing Her Again
I dreamed I was immune till I saw her sitting there;
remission was revoked and my wound is still laid bare.
This stigmata will endure while the vault of heaven stands
and the lonely heart can shrivel on the sterile loveless sands.
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