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Reunion

Reunion
 
It used to snow
   when we were kids,
   all day, waist deep, pure white.
 
It would start with a few flakes
   here and there
   and grow into a windy swirl.
 
When I saw you
   for the first time in forty years,
   I remembered the snow,
You waiting at the top of the hill,
   my eyes fixed on yours
   as I pulled the sled behind me.    

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