To Choreograph Perfection

Perfection is perhaps
Impossible
To choreograph
First
It must season
For many
Many years
Until
The precise blend
Of circumstance
Aligns
Amidst the glorious
Backdrop of autumn
The scene
A special place
We called home
There are smiles
And hugs
Laughter and maybe
Tears
And memories born
So many autumns
Prior
With friends to last
A lifetime
Shared and relived
Once more
And those
Not present
Are with us
Still
The river of life
Has passed
Over many stones
And flows
Endless
Along the way
We have changed
But really
We have not
We are still
Very much
Who we were
Way back then
Just more
More willing to
Be
Who we are
To just be
Together
Once more
Perfection
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