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Climbing the stairs to have my first full meal

of my return to college after break,

I thought my presence there was a mistake,

that caused an open wound that would not heal,

I could not, then, find right words to express

or trace the deep pitfalls of that distress.

Then to my hearing, which was not that keen

(even then) came, faintly, a melody

(like long distance sounds on a telephone),

the fine new song from Abba, "Dancing Queen,"

and---comforted quite uiexpectedly

by this instance of serendipity

that night---I did not feel quite so alone,

a welcome respite from freshman duress.

Starward