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A Meeting after Many Years

Our words were a few colorful leaves

afloat on a very old silence,

the kind with a terrifying undertow,

and we stood right at its edge,

wrapping ourselves in our own arms

because of the chill, and with old voices

called back and forth across all those years

until we could bear it no longer,

and turned from each other,

and walked away into our countries.