Tuesday, February 19, 2008

42/365 & 43/365: early college years

42/365 Alex
Tripped-out traveler, chewing the marrow of life until the bone became hollow and then you made a whistle. The poem given me, weathered yellow into memory, tucked in an old journal.

43/365 Steven
Your kindness and humor still sticks to memory's skin, I’ll never think of the word “fork” or “rubber” the same. I hope to look you up if ever in Hong Kong.

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