High School Reunion Of A Sort
Perhaps it was the approach of Mother's death
OR that I had missed the group's grand gathering for its twenty fifth
For a hot date in Saudi Arabia
OR Donna the great object of my adolescent desires
Though still buxom had added a matronly air
OR she had outgrown the arrogance of letter wearing sweater days
When passing in vacant halls she would always acknowledge
Anyone but me long before the term 'geek' was invented
But her glee over the coming of ice cream for dessert
Made me realize the vast gulf that had grown
Between my early lust and knowing
The quality of public rest rooms in Paris and in Fez.
poem by Bill Grace
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