Aliya Weiss
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1984, Letters Between Poets, Section VII, UNH, Wesley McNair /
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March 6, 1984
Dear Don,
Will you please tell me when you
have the time what you think of this?
Thanks–
Love,
Wes
THE SHOOTING
There are no photographs
of the two farmhands,
each born on the other’s
birthday, with the same face.
There is no story
of why whatever
it was held them together,
closer than brothers,
broke on that day.
Only the memory
of him, the quiet one,
whispering the words
of the other
before they were said.
Only that after they
found him, holding the face
that looked like his,
and called his name over
and over, they never
mistook which one he was. |