Sitting for the first time alone, 

having bid goodbye to your weeping mother 

at the cusp of college term, 

dusk lifts your dandelion hair against the orange stone, 

and you are caught between the tides

– as already-made friends shoal by –

of life loves me, and 

loves me not.

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