Here's another poem I found in the Good Poems, American Places anthology. Lately, I've found that time has really mellowed out everyone I knew in high school, myself included. When I run into people I didn't much care for as a teenager, I'm amazed to find that we can have a civil conversation that doesn't feel like an invisible race. It seems that real life has turned us all into human beings again. This poem shares that exact sentiment. I love the last three lines.
25th High School Reunion, by Linda Pastan