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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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