We were gathering her possessions
for our return to school when I came across
Hollander’s recording of The Tempest.
“Where’d you get this?” I asked curiously,
looking up to see her disappointed face
and be told: “It was for your birthday.”
Years later, another lover
would filch the album
amid another tempest.
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Poem copyright 2015
Jnana's Red Barn 