Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Tuesday Poem: Chance Meeting

You walked into the café
flanked by ghosts
from my past.
We chatted for a bit.

You left. They stayed.
One wore our school uniform
and a prefect’s badge
another opened a kit bag

of shared Army time.
The third was your sister.
I was holding her hand
on my first ever date.


I wrote this after meeting someone whose life and mine kept intersecting over the decades. I hadn't seen him in quite a while. The rest is in the poem.

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13 comments:

  1. Lovely and quite delicate, Keith.

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  2. PS - have you got a new header? I like it.

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  3. Like it a lot. A wee cameo. and I also like your blog's new look!

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  4. Mmm, really like the understated tone here. The meeting and the lingering of memory... really nice.

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    1. Funny how memories pop up, the unbidden ones, sometimes welcome, other times not.

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  5. The circling of serendipity so well expressed, Keith.

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