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Here's the poem:
Trouble
(for Naomi)
I remember
everything we talked
about Dostoevsky
our children writing
of course and
I can still taste
the food you served
and smell the faint
aroma of the wine
you drank and the way
your eyes sparked and the
electricity crackling moment
to moment and how we
kept talking as you
drove me through the park
and especially I remember
kissing you goodnight
in the car and we were
blocking the driveway
and I said we’ll get in trouble
and you said let’s do.
2 Comments:
Things must be pretty quiet in DC around this time of year (despite the pro forma Senate sessions).
Enjoy a peaceful Thanksgiving.
Blessedly quiet indeed. I'm looking forward to a few days off. Best to you & thanks!
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