memories buzz around like flies around a table of food in our backyard
we sit around small table at Maxine’s I look at each one seeing
my version of who they are/were dark sweatered boy/man
tousled toque hair confidently deciding each order smiling
blonde with overwhelming scarf of energy round eyed
girl watching all with poise and pride newly necklaced
wife/mother one year older singing songs of love
in her eyes
sometimes we notice the cloud of flies and
take a swipe but other times we are too
busy inviting more to join
the rest
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