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notorious dilation

saw an old friend today
we live in the same small town
i suppose people are busy-
it is to this that i chalk up absence
i was carrying my nights grocery
contemplating where to gather wood
a vehicle street conversation and this friend
dumped a borrowed bunch at my door
i sit in front of his fire now, my wide eyed fire
remembering that i was thinking while chatting
'damn, his pupils are arrow thin- can he see?  yet
what light spears through slatey blue constricted eyes!'

for RB.

2 Apr 14

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This is nice. Good title too. L11 is it.
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