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Maureen N. McLane

What I’m looking for
may not be there.
What you’re looking for
may not be me.
What I’m looking for
may not be there.
What you’re looking for
may not be me.
I’m listening for
the return of that sound
I heard in the woods
just now, that silvery sound
that seemed to call
not only to me.”

—Maureen N. McLane, from “What I’m Looking For,” This Blue: Poems (Farrar,
Straus, and Giroux, 2014)

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