In memory of Kati Saksniit Walters (1951-2022), the poem memorializes an event when she, my Estonian friend from childhood, and I, and our American friend Marie slipped off into Manhattan in the late 1960s. An innocent time in so many ways compared to much that was to come, catching that magic time that carries us from childhood to early adulthood.
What a perfect evocation of a magical place, and time, and innocence, and friendship.
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