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Premium Member Remembering Lida
While straightening the clutter in my cellar,
I find the chest. Inside I see the drawings
and scraps of papers - secret notes we’d passed
to one another in our science class.

We met as children. Startled, then amused,
I laughed at her peculiar foreign accent;
then we laughed our years...

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Categories: lida, childhood, loss,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things