REUNION

Three is a waltzing number: the trinity,
The musketeers; tonight the trois cyclistes–
Bikers sharing a gala reunion feast
To mark a fifteen-year affinity.

One was old to start with, the other two
Were striplings, lads: their ages now are nearly
Doubled. Odd how the memories surface: the fearless
Leader, carefree, assured, thirsting for new

Hills to climb, for wind in his face; the other
Teen with wistful pleading vibes, a wired
Bundle of energy; lastly the gray-beard sire
Then and now improbably a brother.

Fittinqly feted we savor our pate maison,
Cassoulet, cotes d’agneau and venaison.

(82, February 2, 1993)

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