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Today, I am thankful for you,

sitting behind me in calc class

our impromptu rendezvous--

Today, for the first time, you

mentioned middle school,

our middle school. You

were there? We must have passed

in a hall once or twice. And we laugh

at the discovery

of it, and the names of half-forgotten

former classmates. Remember?

Remember the field? The librarian

with the tortoiseshell glasses?

The 50-cent cookies, and that absurd

rule they had about leggings?

Because today, on this last day

of eleventh grade, I might have been

overwhelmed at how large the world

seems as my classmates depart

into it, if I hadn't discovered you,

your return and rhyme,

how time

is still small enough

for echoes.


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