The quality of the light
In certain films remembered
From childhood
Now viewed from
An advanced perspective
If not high definition
Or theatrical productions
Captured surreptitiously
So that even the parent
Carrying the crying infant
Returns to their chairs
By the following number
Feels like corduroy and tea
On an almost winter’s day
And the smallest creatures
Are learning and teaching us
So much about how to live
And how to treat your friends
Lessons we need to relearn
Every so often this time maybe
Before we return to these rooms
Privileged to gather together again
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Joshua Keiter 