we are much older now
our kids are grown
and they are friends.
we have had more than
one conversation
concerning our children.
unspeakable now, but we still imagine
how these particular lives
would together blended be.
our lines together always
added up nonsense
but that is what we are.
knowing this with full acceptance
how can we continue
to sleep in separate beds?
our children will learn
to take our nonsense language
and become our poetry.
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