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[Mark A Becker]

Hey Ray-

" and we pretend they are not us"   For me, the entire poem swirls around this brilliant line.  

This one very much reminds me of Stanley Kunitz, that master of the sublime.  Please see this one:

TOUCH ME ( by Stanley Kunitz )
Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago...

Thanks for the great read,
... Mark