Casual, We Walk
casual, we walk
through each happening day,
moments lived out, yet
indifferently thrown out and away,
remember the mummers
who played in the park?
or desperate longing
in sweet summer's dark?
(who were we then
to our crumbling now?)
a face, framed in a photochrome sun,
a hand holds it now shaking
from a race never won,
each sunrise is faced
in memory's room,
as shadows grow pregnant
with sentimental gloom,
alive to time
so must we lightning live,
as we hurry while hoping
our after image forgives,
(who are we now
as from our younger then?)
decades passed
to this musing night,
one hitch, one step
in bygone flight,
would this present day's cadence
play a differing tune,
if we had held oh so tight
to those west coast Junes?
but, memory costs
and begs for its toll,
burning edges touched roughly
to unquickened souls,
(as we are now lives
in who we were then),
for we, alone, are the ones
strayed into eternity's fire,
burnt offered we harden
on history's pyre.
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