two men

one never knew when he should go home.
others with grace allowed this
inextricable and unwanted bond
to fester. he looked less young
that he had ever been.

another wrote about a gradual release
of mind replete with complication
that would often challenge loved ones,
now declaring he had not a breath of recollection
of an enemy.

that these two have never met is neither
logical nor illogical.
mere fact apart from linkage
sounds like nothing unless someone
decides to juxtapose the two
and draw some hinge from scratch.

one man will grow to be no other.
and another will reach for life
imposing his collection of
broad understanding on
an unsuspecting audience
always ill-equipped to dream
with reciprocity.

sheila e. murphy

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