A RARE GERIATRIC GATHERING

They sat around the table eating stew
talking about failed marriages
and imperfect children
offering insights to their history —
listening to one another
with affection.

There was no talk of politics —
no talk of medication — no gossip —
just a congenial sharing
whose ambiance lingered
after they all went home.

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