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Table

By John I. Blair

Iím sitting at a table
Filled with all the folk
Iíve ever known.

My Fatherís there,
My Mother,
Wife, Brother,
Aunts and uncles,
Cousins, friends,
Neighbors and
Acquaintances.

At the misty ends
I faintly see
A host
Iíve never met.

We laugh and chat
About our years,
About each other,
Life, death,
The Earth, the Universe.

This conversation
Has been going on
Forever;
Itís going on
Right now.

This I think
Is how Eternity
Appears.

©2018 John I. Blair 9/22/2018


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