some weight has
been gained, a house built
or swept away.
divorce
and grandkids along
the way.
the lines have deepened
on our faces.
we sit around the fire,
old friends,
laughing or crying.
we are the same.
wine helps make the words
come out,
as the blue sky
blackens
and the sun slips
under a bed
of waves.
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The end of this has some nice rhythm; word choice/imagery fresh.
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