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Unaware of your condition I watched you dance withUntethered grace, that night we went to Macbeth for my birthday. Then my Unusual nosebleed, crimson in a napkin, Rose distressed & even I understood someUndercurrent, some meaning. I was outside the glass.
Until on call across the country you told meUnbrokenly how you’re sick—as I circled a small city park jeweled with gentle trees—so Unlikely you’d say anything, let alone to me—& the crowded little park remainedUtterly summer-green—no one else’s life was changing—I looked Up to you more than ever. It was an honor. It was a beginning.