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I've known for years I would be the one to find her.

I've known for years I would be the one to find her. I was ready because of my wild dreams. If she had died, would I have assured her, "I am here"? Would I have turned her face from the cabinet and set her head on a bunched-up towel in the hot, damp and still air, straightened her, pulled her away from the door so the men could enter, out of place in their heavy clothes in the pastel finery and smell of hairspray? Did the rehearsals pay off? Was this a good day?
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Title Annotation:untitled poem
Author:Clary, Killarney
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Jul 1, 1993
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