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One More For The Gone Away Box

What was it, that conversation
Overheard, the one I was never
going to forget? You know
the one I mean—our eyes met
in silent laughter at whatever
it was whoever said it. No need
to write it down I felt my mind
Remembering and later I could
place it into this poem. How clever
for having noticed for holding on
then the magic of keeping it
not in amber but in words
whatever it was whatever we
laughed to hear is gone now
gone like our rumpled old gray
Beloved Cat gone like so much else

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