Bruce Meyer | FRIENDSHIP IS A SUMMER THAT NEVER SHEDS ITS LEAVES

My grandfather’s boyhood friend would visit on a long June afternoon, and when it came time for him to leave, I would walk the old men to the corner bus that ran south toward the city. Everything is gone now, the friends, the sparking trolley, cables, though destinations remain the same, as ingrained in the…

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