it’s one of those meeting-John-Darnielle-
moments –

when you both have to let go
of your luggage to really
see each other, and he’s
coffee, and you’re water, both heading
south where the white magnolias
grow –

and this moment is so unlike
that moment, but for the feeling
of uncontainment, heads
already up there in the carolina
skies, tails
still tied to the tip of
a promising runway

and then we remember that
there is breathing involved
and we open
all at once
to let the impossible

on the thirtieth anniversary
of your sixteenth birthday, i still
remember you as though
you were thirty-three

and the one-hundred pushups
shouldering each passing year
cannot yet prove
the distance we have
traveled since then


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