10/30/24
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My brother and I were Irish twins.
He was my senior by 54 weeks.
His weather came on Atlantic winds.
Mine swept over Pacific Coast peaks.
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One evening while awaiting a table
In a café by a north park block
To trust my eyes I was unable.
The impossible put me in shock.
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There among other patrons stood Ed!
But that was simply impossible!
He’d be in his Connecticut bed.
His being in Portland: nonsensical!
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The sole rational explanation
Was that there was my brother’s double!
Same height, build, smile and coloration…
Was this an alt universe bubble?
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I said to Nancy, “There’s my brother!”
She looked from me in my amazement
And said, “Holy smokes! You’ve got another!”
Somehow he missed our astonishment.
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And then we heard, “Your table’s ready.”
And I followed the hostess glancing
Back, my gait a little unsteady
And my imagination dancing!
