The salt is passed with a properness
I don’t fully understand:
every gesture acknowledged, concerned
by their sleep
and friends.
They don’t spin the knife and argue
whose night for the dishes, and who
didn’t mow around the trees.
They speak in subdued tones
and love each other
differently, confusing me
my cynicism.

Parents Weekend
Deerfield Academy
Deerfield, Massachusetts

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