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For Marjorie Perloff

Reaching into the

drawer, I found an old

pocketknife, which

brought back

memories

of being a Boy Scout

foraging in the woods

for food, feeling

the chill of the

cold forest and the

pangs of hunger,

depending on

my trusty

pocketknife for

my very

survival.

I look at

the knife, with

its crimson handle

and cruciform emblem

and I realize

the secret:

“Be prepared.”

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