of columbine and rueNo words could bend the shallow tongue, the shrill pitch of their airs.Nor could any bow, curtsy, or pastiche of Nietzsche or Camus.Their eyes glaze over our sinewed figures, as we lay arm in arm on this park bench.We wish them well.We leave them lilacs and lavender on their doorstep, and depart.
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