What happens next? The question kept me moving
into the novel—into the play—into my life.
But now I know. There will be joy and grief.
There will be peace. There will be war.
The old lady in the hospital gown will die.
So will the man with the cancer. A boy,
a girl will wail a first lungful of air.
Perhaps my grandchild, perhaps not—details
I do not know. But now I know what happens next.
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