someone will come up to me,
usually
a young girl,
a twenty-year-old
or more,
perhaps a college
student,
and she'll say to me,
excuse me, but
you look like my father
did before he
got old and died.
your hair,
the clothes you wear,
the way
you walk and smile,
the color of your blue eyes.
it seems like yesterday
that i'd be having
a different kind of conversation
with someone
so attractive and spry.
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