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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 (which shall have carried

me home, and that evening not to be detoured),

needing to escape (I am certain you will have concurred).

From the somewhat hostile University,

and the homophobic bombast of the dorm,

I was, through fussy parental agency,

returning 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, have taken form,

along the great Highway, met in this sonnet's evocation,

and Starwatcher has evolved to Januaried.