Garden Parkways

Her lids hung low
on her eyes as her
head vibrated gently
on the windowsill of
the bus gray steel
bringing us home from
other lives she shared
with me grafting me
onto her past
family, friends, lost
acquaintances reintroduced to her
through me old moments
and broken friendships
I dovetail into now
giving them to me and
me to them hungrily
we each devour
what was given gratefully.

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