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I heard her laugh tonight.

It’s a throaty laugh, with gusto.

Not the shrill she

leaked when she was

angry,

hopeless.

 

She was home.

 

She was on the couch,

watching a PG movie,

howling at the cuteness

of miscreant four year olds.

 

She was herself.

 

She was beguiling, not manipulating.

She was goofy, not contrary.

She was strong in her weakness.

 

She has emerged

from wherever she went

and even if she’s far

from where she’s going

I felt tonight

that she’ll get there.

 

10/24/03

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