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12/26/08
Christmas Love
Though Jan and I are eighteen years divorced And though, for much of that span, I've harbored an ill will For the lady I set upon youth's pedestal, As well as a corrosive sorrow — Melancholy rising from the ashes of my blame —
Yesterday afternoon, I accepted her invitation To share Christmas dinner In her tree-lit, fireplace-crackling home, With our grown children, Troika and Trilogy (And my daughter's husband and my mother), For the first time in almost two decades. It was there that we freed our love From its petty shacklings and imperfections.
12/26/08
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