dinner with you, old friend
astounding we still have so much
to say to each other–
and so much still to learn–
tonight we wander through our shared childhood,
the neighborhood of memory we built.
We keep stopping each other here,
side by side on my couch
Really? we say
That’s how it seemed to you?
we lean closer, fascinated
comparing the different pasts we’ve constructed
as if putting together two jigsaw puzzles
from the same shapes
Puff Of Smoke Poems 