my friend Mary,
at ninety-five
used to pine as she made
us tea
and opened up
a tin of cookies.
she'd say
i still feel like
the twenty-five
year old girl who moved
into the city
during the war.
i met Kenny the next
year.
he worked for the trains
like i did.
it goes by fast,
she says,
sitting in her blue chair
from
the Hecht company.
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