I couldn’t attend a class reunion and wrote this sonnet to send instead.

Dear friends: we weren’t able to breakaway
for the Sunday meeting – these fourteen lines
will fill our seats, we hope, and share the space.
Did y’all know the demarche and the sonnet
traveled a common path? And did y’all know
A-100 is just a room number?
I just found out myself – the tiny threads
that tie us all together – a collage.

Fourteen points is enough f…