We are safely returned from the Reunion. It was a happy get-together, so many things the same and all of them different, or open to new interpretation… or permission to just forget about them. Too far under the bridge.

We are struck with how many fine folk We have known. That knowledge is always imperfect, and yet, now those failures of communication are mostly insignificant.

Honest sentiment is a pleasure We sometimes overlook. It’s rejuvenating to rejoice in the company of good folk. We don’t earn recognition, We are are born to share.