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[aid] => mick
[title] => An abstract in two cities
[time] => 2004-11-16 16:50:24
[hometext] => [Events that took place over four or five years. Not the best, not the worst...]
[bodytext] => Sunny, steel city afternoon A new day in separate lives Jeni sits quietly smoking New roommate making small talk About nothing in particular Wondering about the next year Not a seer, he missed the truth A fine time, cut too short From week to week, anathema Jeni told stories to reveal Things she loved and people Who lived in battered photographs Of her hometown, and boyfriend Whom she cared for, dearly By the time she came to leave Him several months later She never thought that by then We'd have become close friends Now old roommate gone to find His own way, we both would miss In another summer, we parted Both to other, older, times Keeping in touch was important Daily routine murdered silently And slowly, our paths to cross As I first moved back south In months that seemed like years Old boyfriend, I found returned I had only recently left another She hugged me, as we were closer Then, than even now, my friend A confident I could always find Happy to see me, we spent nights At a local restaurant. Smoking Cigarettes and drinking bad coffee That warmed the heart And let the mind look forward To a future, like past, repeat Old boyfriend, gone again, lost And homeless, soon to be asking If I could help, she knew I would And together, a sojourn, not long An eternity in paradise, that The past couldn't shadow What lay before, in fact It looked bright, given the Glorious history that we Shared, in our city With one another, seemed not To be enough, that we loved And I took my place within That record fate remembered From a different age, So it seemed to us, at least I believed differently then Now I see the satire In that divine comedy, clearly Those tears I now shared With those that long before I regarded with scorn The end at least, of all In my new city, and I gave All then, to return to that Time, long ago, before That I loved, then, and now This abstract finding its place In our collective memories Of those two cities [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 31 [informant] => recompile [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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