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it’s one of those meeting-John-Darnielle-
in-a-New-York-City-airport-with-seventy-
three-paces-to-the-security-gate
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
in
.
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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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