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Recalibration
Polly Buckingham
The repairman arrives at night to fix
the telephone wires fried by lightning.
like a half-remembered dream. It works,
he says. But it will never be the same.
I stand in the road and watch him
drive into the gray dawn, his palm
held open out the window.
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