Point of convergence, a matter of course,
this foursided magnet hodling dinners
together or when need arises the
fourfooted champion of lonely luncheons.
A cornered canvas of stories galore,
platebearing plane on exuberant nights,
full of laughter and talk and fondue forks,
or when it is time for tax forms and bills,
patient witness to procrastination
stacked in neat piles of paper trails.
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