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Of the Career of That Enigmatic Man,

nothing much to remark.

The case is closed.

It’s a tale unknown,

singular as a forest

flower, unsown,

part of no garden,

of a color vague

as the maples’ pink

spring haze.

Whatever transpired left

with his last breath,

and though other tongues

may take it up,

for all I know,

there’s nothing to remark,

just another career

canceled in the dark.