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by Patti Rogers

We are storing up memories together.
She for another place and time;
me for the time without her.
Today we sit in the metal ice cream chairs in the hall;
the black and white cat and me,
wondering where we really belong.
The chairs are waiting to find a place on the back porch;
but it is too hot to move.
And so we sit
awhile longer
together.