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the poet at the reading says we can leavewe don't have to lookif we feel this is too muchit's easierto see the photos he presentsbefore the warhis friend in a field of bright-red strawberrieshis wife and children in the garden where he used to playhis mother with that worried lookstuffing his bag with oranges