The confluence of travels
How odd
that our journeys,
from such different landscapes
and paths
should bring us
to the same place
at the same time.
About this poem
But that’s how love works. Friendship too.
Tom
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Quarry House 
I just thought “this reminds me of my friend and how we met,” right before I read your “about this poem”! Love it.
Love it!