When I was little,
I saw an adult;
a sibling of a family friend.
That adult spoke well,
and dressed well in the 90s.
But normally talked about in a small and naive city.
I went to a big city;
went to college,
went to law school, took the bar and worked.
Now at 25, I went home for Christmas.
I slept in the airport.
When I woke up, I saw the adult from childhood.
The adult still dresses well.
The adult never grew older;
In fact the adult looks 10 years younger.
Yesterday, I joined a race.
As I walked past runners,
I saw the adult, dressed well for sports and in top shape.
Today, I checked the results.
The adult's age is 41; timed well in the race.
I couldn't believe the coincidence after more than a decade.
The adult ages with grace and beauty;
The adult's sight gives me good ecstacy.
February 8, 2010; 6:17PM
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