So an old friend
Arrives
Neither of us suspecting that arrival
And it doesn’t matter,
Except in the days of my life,
To be remembered as
Beautiful friend
From
Miles ago
Renewed in fast moments
In my
Recent
As I struggle for
Understanding
Bereft
Or as always,
Maybe not, at least not yet,
Bereft
And knowing he couldn’t be the
Agent of that, tho
I say,
Oh Lord, very
Fine he is.
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