an old friend

All night

I dreamed of an old friend

who lived across the back yard fence

and moved away in ’65’

we talked of old times

and how we landed in our now

we talked about his sister, mother and father

we talked of how home is no longer home

he talked of going to the mountains

and walking among the trees

I told him what little I knew of mountains

before he left, because

his mother was calling him home for supper

2-13-2024


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