Years From Now


(if) we meet again at the hairpin bend.

you still young, mother of one or two

me older, father of one or two or none.

(if) we meet again at the fogged swirl.

what’ll we talk of

what’ll we speak of



interim silence will speak

as we both

will want to talk

will want to speak…

the sun will pencil on your lips, my mouth…

if, we ever meet, again, what’ll be our excuses–

to talk… what’ll be our prologue to start…


we’ll just let the leaves flow as we pass each other…

My first collection of poems 29 now available at Amazon.

30 responses to “Years From Now”

  1. A thoughtful poem. Haven’t we all slipped into such reverie. An insightful write!

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