Balm

These late night gatherings
Over tendrilled coils
Punching numbers on the handset
When car phones weighed ten pounds
And hairspray was queen of keeping beehives
Held in place mightily

We echo back and forth
Remembered pieces
Of rocking chairs on porch
And the creek of the thirteenth step

Rubbing camphor oil on our knees

Predicting changes in weather

Of our life in Stillwater
watching birds
that somehow always knew
when the next storm would arrive

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