Monday, August 29, 2016

8576. OLD TIMES

OLD TIMES
You can't scratch the surface of
another time without scratching 
the surface of now. I was up on 
Greenwood today, and remembered
my last meeting with you. The light
turned green and I was forced to go.
The present intruding once more.
(I maybe would have lingered,
if it was 1994).

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