Could we look back
after passing? Would others see?
Would you understand? I hadn't seen enough.
When we were young we would fight to be last to hang the phone.
Phones still hung then. We still cooed. She married and I went on.
Now I glance over the mirror and wonder if I'll be last to look.
I imagine you also wonder.
At night walking by this or that favorite
tree
will the branches drop fruit
for my delight
not even in my dreams
is it so
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