Prized Pupil

You never saw my city—didn’t get arrested
for something we might have—

what’s done is done to be
without regret as I place blue

poppies on stone. It’s the same
latitude as where you were born

where you rest now
where I live out these days

as an almost fugitive. No more
eyes on this one—invisible and lifelong.

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