I haven't heard from
Mary in some time. no cards,
no letters,
no calls.
no updates on her new
digs in Miami.
at ninety five any day
could be her
last day.
I need to call her.
talk
the trash we used
to talk.
say remember when.
say all the things we
always say.
nothing's new, nothing's
changed.
let's keep it that way.
Monday, November 13, 2017
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