Tuesday, August 16, 2011



Hello old friend on balding hill,

midst pine and struggling moon in shadow,

cold in darkening eve so worn,

missed a bit, but still here, patient,

Deflecting peering lights and questions,

answers gradually offered in time,

like moments, minutes, gambled and cashed-in,

miles borrowed and miles received,

overlooked, trodden-upon,

frequently scarred,

still silent,



and ahead.