Our class writing prompt was Steve or Steven
or even Stephen and although the class objected
at first (last week we did Bill) turned out
that of the 12 people in class 5 had been married
or almost married and weren’t any more
to one or another versions
of Steve. No one could believe at first how many
Steves were in all our lives and we agreed
maybe for our group anyway there should
be no more additional
Steves.
...Then I remembered Steve B, but not the rest of his last name. He was one of my sculpture classmates, a year or so behind me. His studio had an industrial-sized window facing the street. No one heard the traffic on Saturdays when he listened to the opera broadcasts. Thanks for reminding me!