When they met again, many years
After his death and a few weeks
After hers -- contrary to the last,
And after the last, she'd taken
The long way round and arrived
Riding behind a handsome Neshnabé --
She returned to him the piety
He'd thrown off in 1914 and which
She'd picked up and preserved
Tending it until it became a puzzle
To her and all those she lived with.
He returned to her her habit of smoking
And certain memories of her father
For which there'd been no room
Among things hastily packed
And carried across the ocean.
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