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Nov. 25 2003 11:57 AM


Listen to Richard Costello reading this poem.                                               after Cavafy

My clients may not see it,
but when I think of our kiss

in that grimy hallway where,
finding ourselves suddenly alone,
with quiet, unguarded eyes
we offered our mouths—


I get lost, and may utter a small, desperate sound
they mistake for acknowledgement.

Richard Costello lives in Greensboro, N.C., and works as a physician assistant.