OK, a few grey hairs, mine hidden
(under catalonia brown hair color)
(men don't do such things),
he drinks a 6 oz beer while I have nursed
16 ounces, waiting, with my novel in hand,
moving from table to table to escape
the sun. So many years ago,
we would have been lulled to sleep
by the steady rocking of the train hurtling
across endless plains, if it were not for
me being a 16 year old girl flirting with
a nice boy
This boy, slightly greying, but with
the same smile, the same lovely way
of being in the world.
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