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I make a right turn

toward a life twenty five years ago—

where did this field

of wild iris come from?

On the radio, someone

is singing, “I am the one

who’s not anymore.”

I begin to notice

I don’t know where I am.

There are no signs

for where I want to go.

I am as much the road

as the one driving it,

the field of wild iris,

the voice on the radio,

the right turn itself.

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