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Orchard Lane? the bmv lady asks,

glasses riding low on the bridge of her nose.

the man at the station next to me

startles in nasty shock,

draws back like she’s dealt 

an unforgivable blow.  


no, he says, that’s not right. 

that’s not my home anymore.  


much later,

I am thinking about Orchard Lane,  

and how you can try 

to leave some places behind

but the world is steeped 

in unforgetting. 

by maddieconley

student at the ohio state university!
full of wide-eyed wonder

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