Rodin’s “The Thinker”
hadn’t greeted me
for more than thirty years.
Yesterday, in Nashville
we met again
and once again I studied him
and noted I had changed
since last we met in Philadelphia —
that he had stayed the same.

While standing by The Thinker, thinking
I thought:
how different are my thoughts
since last we met.
The musings of my head
have changed considerably since then.
As I look back to what I was
I see a stranger.

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