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Cousin Harold - Epilog
by
Theresa Allen
You are confronted
With a round peg,
But you insist on the square hole.
You drink at the oasis,
An ephemeral hallucination in the desert,
And deny that your thirst is not quenched.
How am I to feel,
When you so stubbornly cling
To what is not real?
Can't you hear me?
How can I miss you
When you won't go away?
August 1999
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