The five of me convene again:
affectionate – quiescent
in each other’s arms –
sequestered in our quiet
quintessential quintet’s
quorum – and quixotic charms –
exactly where we hoped
we might one day contrive
the opportunity to stay.
So why do we each feel
distracted – and bewildered –
and so very far away?
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