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And now, to begin again.

And now, to begin again.

That’s a finite number,

the beginnings we get.

How many times did

Mrs. Robinson start

over, her husband the

drinker lose his job,

her son steal a car,

the neighbors stare,

and she begin again,

making it up, making

a whole new face to

let them see. Hard

times she said, sailing

forth, a basket on her arm

as if she meant to shop.