Poems
Tarrytown
I am going to Tarrytown today
visit its rolling greens and snow-white steeples
to see an old friend from South Hampton.
When classmates at the university
it was always Hamptons in summer
and Tarrytown in fall. It was effortless.
Then responsibilities came.
Encounters slipped to postage and paper.
I came from Tarrytown this morning.
How he had changed so much—
he lay so still and cold.
When the train pulled form the station, I wept
remembers walks, talks and South Hampton.
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