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Monday, October 19, 2009

Old Friends

Old Friends,
Sat on a park bench like bookends

A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats

Waiting for the sun.


Can you imagine us
Years from today,



Sharing a park bench quietly?





How terribly strange to be seventy.





Old Friends. Old Friends.

These are our several attempts at getting a good shot this last weekend. So much fun to see you, Dear Christine. Let's do it more often, OK?
XOXO,
Jenni

1 comments:

Christine said...

HAHAHAHA!! Oh man, that still makes me crack up! I had so much fun seeing you guys! We should absolutely get together more. You're always welcome here=) I love you to pieces! xoxo