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Where are you, boys and girls
of Miss Lindahl's 5th grade class?
What became of you
when you slipped off
the far edge of my world?
Many of you
I never saw again,
or even thought of
till I saw this picture,
yet you occupy a place
that can't be filled,
so much you were
yourselves,
gazes looking out
natural as animals
from private jungle worlds,
untrained as yet
in putting on a face.
Your faces are like colors
long forgotten,
your names sound notes
of a long-lost scale:
Gail Rutherford, Vyron Van Fuqua,
Temmy Goldwasser, Randy Wahl —
your names are bells that angels ring,
tolling the music of the spheres.
copyright 2006 by Max Reif
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