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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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Tuesday Poem: Chance Meeting
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Lovely and quite delicate, Keith.ReplyDelete
a little haunting ;) nice.ReplyDelete
Ah, the ghost(s) of ages pastDelete
PS - have you got a new header? I like it.ReplyDelete
Why, thank you.Delete
Like it a lot. A wee cameo. and I also like your blog's new look!ReplyDelete
Mmm, really like the understated tone here. The meeting and the lingering of memory... really nice.ReplyDelete
Funny how memories pop up, the unbidden ones, sometimes welcome, other times not.Delete
The circling of serendipity so well expressed, Keith.ReplyDelete
Enjoyed! Thank you.:)ReplyDelete