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We couldn't come to our own party.


We were too busy

loving and working

running on roads 

that never crossed.


Perhaps we could have -

should have -


just once before


            Time recycled

            the seasons into neat

            bundles, onescore and ten,

            wrapped in gossamer.


Comes now a summons:


Dressed as you are

in the glow of memories


by all the years,


Fate requests the honor of your presence,





Crazy Visitation, 2001