October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five
Jnana Hodson
RANDOMNESS A STRANGERíS
SMOKING STIRS


She was the first of our circle to face a terminal
prognosis.
At least, those of us still corresponding.
Across these miles, across these years.
Among the others: Vietnam? AIDS? Gunshots
outside the convenience store?

Wasnít even a smoker. Though he is.

* * *

End-of-the-month U-Haul vans
flock to our complex, the highways too.

American society, nothing stays put long.
Moving, uprooting, lost in vague desire.

* * *

Did Paula and Steve stick it out?
Three decades now, and they never
invited me to the wedding
though I introduced them.
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