LIKE MY FRIEND ALECK
AT THE PROVING GROUND
Somehow there was never any mystery
to the mystery of time. I'd walked the
same streets, in the same manner, and
done the same things. We'd shared, thereby,
space and time - though never actually
'dined' together. It's funny like that - how one
barometer of where you are with someone
is whether or not you've ever eaten together.
I suppose it's tribal - that old community
fire thing, the shaman around the hearth,
the stories shared thereby and the ease that
comes, expectedly, with knowing that - while
eating - you're off your guard but nothing bad
will come of it.
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