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February 24

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

 

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