October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five | ||||||||||
Jnana Hodson | ||||||||||
RANDOMNESS A STRANGER’S 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? Wasn’t 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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