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Long Lost,

I couldn’t help but
think of you this Sunday
morning 3/8/09.  I am in the same
city and a different apartment
than you’d remember.  It is
a long line
of rooms like a trailer which
I think you’d like
but mainly it is raining
and someone’s playing a recorder
on public radio while I have
the picture on so why
I thought of you is that
on SciFi it was raining
cats and dogs (you can imagine
what that looks like) and on the next
commercial it was raining upside
down. "How like you," I thought.
Coincidentally I had this pen
and this paper so perhaps you
do too and would it be absurd
if we were both writing
and thinking something this familiar
even if one of us goes first?
Posted 07/02/09
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Marc, your poems always make me happy. Seriously.
02/01/10 7:54pm