we brave twenty degree streets
to gather at dinner tables, watching
the west village out the windows.
our lives unfold before us – it’s
been so long since we’ve seen
each others faces.
catching up is hard to do,
the ‘how are things’ questions grow
tiresome when the answer never changes.
it’s the spirit of kindness and the
earnestness that forms the answer –
and you have to believe –
that things are good.
life gets better.
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