I've been
sending notes to myself in a language
Neither
of us understand. No wonder seven years
Couldn’t
teach me French; many decades
Haven’t
taught me what my own words mean.
Perhaps
like Emerson at Longfellow's funeral
I will
rise shakily at my own and say
"I
shall miss my old friend! I so much wish
I could
remember who he was!"
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