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,
balding,
behind,
and ahead.
