The ways your people have become my people
Are fascinating to observe; by slow
Degrees - the careful placement of a meeple,
A cabled light, a swing dance and a show,
The jibber-jabber of ecstatic voices
Discussing something ancient and obscure -
We meld together, not by conscious choices
But by some secret, strong, internal stir
That slides together what was separate
Making a common of enclosure. We
Shall shortly find it far beyond our wit
To see how this began, for it shall be
Inevitable as are tidal bores
That every friend of mine's a friend of yours.
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