A reservoir of emotion separates us. Knowing each other/ better than/ we know ourselves; soft youth remembers itself in the desert. Nevada, dry heat. Meet me in the field, where my ‘right,’ is no longer, and our mutual wrongs quickly quicksand.
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![Cradling a squinting, dark star,<br />
in awe of another day’s rise;<br />
<br />
you pause to connect.<br />
<br />
Fall has made its case,<br />
staked its claim.<br />
<br />
A rusty-mustard cardigan soothes<br />
in this early chill/ <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
as life moves briskly, [now,]<br />
you two remain/<br />
just the same.](https://photos.smugmug.com/Three-Friends-and-a-Camera/i-DfwmKpT/0/f708018f/Ti/3%20Friends%2010%201_DSF6482-Ti.jpg)
![This is not the first time we’ve met.<br />
<br />
In your gaze;<br />
another era’s brother.<br />
<br />
We have come here together,<br />
the rumors are true.<br />
<br />
As the Durham sunshine somewhere<br />
begins to dim,<br />
we have but just this day,<br />
[and]<br />
still have one another yet.](https://photos.smugmug.com/Three-Friends-and-a-Camera/i-dMWknxV/0/a68da8b7/Ti/3%20Friends%2010%201_DSF6522-Ti.jpg)
