Remember
Long-ago classmates, we’ll spend
the evening recalling ourselves
before we became
antique – back in the academic
stomp of caffeine all-nighters, pop
quizzes, scrabble games laced
with words from Chaucer’s time,
a mixture of tongues across
bloody waters; straddling borders
before things got settled into
nations, currencies, standardized
spelling and our own
marriages, divorces, and
dissolutions.
Those good old nail-bitten days
we’d never want to relive
except as history –
gathered for just one evening
in memory.
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