Monday, May 14, 2012

And Yet They Didn’t Really Quarrel


Reunions with old friends
sometimes expend the soul
more than anticipated;

notions of what had precipitated
closeness soon devolve

into the dreams of an involvement
in which recollected schemes
of intimacy – themes of which

have haunted every separate
member more inimitably

than the rest can fathom – break
apart into the isolated atoms
of confabulated memory.

One evokes the many, many
beers they drank with cheer,

the recollection of which brings
the second man to tears;
the third assumes all three

were hopelessly in love
with someone whom the other two

cannot recall at all. Now they are
a nudist and a Buddhist
and an owner of a shopping mall.

And yet they didn’t really quarrel.
There isn’t any moral.





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