Grey Rabbits

‘At the time it seemed important.’
                  ‘I’m sure it was.’
‘Her song. Grace Slick. Search for that sly white rabbit.’
‘A Lewis Carroll stroll. Updated Oz.’
‘Our lines, like then, keep rhyming.’
                  ‘An old habit.’

Their conversation pauses. Pops.
                  Rewinds.
Songs bridge the gaps between the two old friends.
Remembering Grace and remembered grace entwine.
They keep on, keeping time.
                  The music ends.

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