I met a junior-not so junior-and
a-many others, who knew ‘him’ or ‘them’
long ago, slightly,
whom I know. It was the usual
cocktail party, only (my schedule being strict)
beforehand.
I worked. Well. Then they kept the kids away
with their own questions, over briefest coffee.
Then kids drove me to my city.
I think of the junior: once my advanced
(John Berryman)
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