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| Reunion Night I treasure moments like these, sitting on the deck, moonlight turning the lake’s surface into a silvery fairyland, a loon’s cry on the breeze, John Prine on the stereo and you—dynamic . . . riveting thumbing through the pages of our lives filling in the blanks with tidbits of family-lore; shattering misconceptions of idyllic childhood days, digging into musty attics of memory, and rattling skeletons thirty-six years of catching up, sifting through decades, skirting and dancing around forbidden subjects, whispered snatches of adult conversations barely remembered, now dragged to the surface and pondered . . . the moon yawns, glides into dawn, we refill our wine glasses and dissect long-ago marriages, dubious births, and odd deaths, smoothing the edges of time till the bits and pieces of our crazy-quilted past slip softly into place moments melt into hours, your stories fall like diamonds into my hands; a priceless gift of grist nourishing my soul and nudging my elusive Muse into ink-stained ecstasy |
| Good Intentions Zippers melt under your gaze dissolving as quickly and completely as all my good intentions. |
| City Sidewalks Homeless, they squat in disillusioned heaps on corners exposed to cold weather and cold stares, hoping to jump-start a spark of humanity amongst all that yuletide glitter. |
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