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Were you also there, on I-Seventy,

K-Bone, at dusk that November twenty-third?---

my father's car, always brand new (tires' pefect tread);

never stalled (although once in a while, temporarily detoured).

From the somewhat hostile University,

and the homophobic bombast of the dorm,

I was, through fussy parental agency,

escaping to five weeks and five days at home---

like an extended holiday, this first vacation

from college.  I clutched the pages of a poem

too crude to ever be called Poetry

Our handles, or screen-names, do not share the same form,

but have met in this sonnet's evocation,

and Starwatcher has evolved to Starward-Led.