The desolations of chances missed, ways
not blazed quite through, paths there
always, but not trod
between fecund fields of friends
so closely bordered spiritually
upon each other
that the occasional,
inevitable property dispute
over dear territories so nearly
can only occasion joy, reunion,
of conversations not joined.
walks taken at times
that do not intersect, yet
on the same lines. I see
will or nil we,
are proceeded upon paths
that will always cross, and
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