SALLY HADLEY
I go to sleep sometimes at night just thinking
of the places I've been and those things I've done;
and Sally Hadley some, as well. It's not a distant,
difficult thing to forget, yet she is long off, gone.
Forty-five years ago, maybe, I could still remember
if I really tried, her colors and smell and those blues
of her eyes. But that's another old and ragged cage
long gone and best forgot. Sally Hadley's another
day, and another day I've no longer got. I go to
sleep sometimes just trying.
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