Reunion
Remember me?
After half a century?
The skinny one with all
those dreams you dubbed
(sans rivalry) Class Poet?
Well, I have news for you:
Inside these present pudgy
pounds of steel-gray grandmother
still strains that slender girl
with dreams timeworn
but (almost all) intact.
Remember me?
Unvanquished kid whose ribs
stuck out? The soul-stirred one
with dreams to spare?
To share?