Concord Country Club

I think we feel
sorry for each other.

I am singing folk songs
at the Concord Country Club
pool party,
and an old high school
buddy walks in
and puts his sun glasses
calmly into his
neatly pressed pocket.

I smile and nod
and tighten my lips.
He waves back,
nodding and stretching
his Roman chin,
as if pointing
towards something important
across the room.

With practiced tact
we avoid each other,
both of us thankful
this song is so long.

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