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Words on Robson Poetry
Contest Winner:
Bernice
Lever
Reunion
Spare me the these misnamed meeting
with ghosts from the past, forerunners of horrors to come -
How can you reunite those
who were never joined
in the first place?
Class reunion, family reunion,
showing how different & difficult
we all are, as each plays
judge and recorder
scoring up profits and losses -
so many sighs and signs
of hair dyes, bifocals and implants
Each operation and tragedy related
in enthusiastic boring detail -
I've already heard too many tales
of ailing parents, dying children and
missing, and naturally unaccounted for, spouses
What a hoax, this attempt to party:
to make a cheerful noise together
as if the unshared twenty-five years
could be gulfed and erased,
somehow a concentrated effort
at creating a mass memory,
a shared something or other
from back when, could fool us
all into feeling young again
and even if we found our youth:
could we use it today?
OK, I always go, hogging the limelight
as a clown.
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