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Sitting passenger in an orange 57 Chevy pickup
Sipping occasionally from a warming beer
It’s going on to sunset and we’ve had a day
The wives and kids are back at The Coop (his house)
We’re in “The Pumpkin” with Biffer his soul mate
Highland terrier He’s brought me to see Sump’n special
We sit in silence. A miracle in itself
The sound system in this truck is an example 
Of obsessive perfectionism. The windows as usual
Are completely spotless, to the point of invisibility
We are parked on Great Hill with its panoramic 
View of Boston Harbor
“Any minute now Meek” he murmurs gazing avidly
At the setting sun
It sets and “The Aftermath” begins as usual 
This time of year it’s fantastic Boston never looked so good
Then it happens. The streetlights come on.
“Do you see the necklace” he asks?
I smile and raise the bottle in salute
No words are needed for some time
The joy of seeing through someone else’s eyes
We’ve been doing this to each other for years now
Sharing magic competitively
As only good friends can
He caught more fish today
But that’s another story

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