|city cemetery, Lynchburg, VA|
'I saw you today
on the side of the road.'
'yeah, where's that?'
'On the highway.
I almost stopped'
'ha. i saw him too,
heading into town,
he kinda walks like you
& has the satchel bag.'
is how it started & everyday
i get updates as she sees me
& i see me
walking in dead grass
just off the road, no matter the weather
always heading somewhere & never
getting there, until after i pass
'You had a new coat today.'
'yeah, i noticed,'
'so, why didn't you stop
if you thought it was me?'
'Well, what if it wasn't?'
one day, i'll pull the car over
just to ask myself where i am going
& once i get there, if it's worth it,
how we, how i got to this, is he
an older me or younger, and if so what
will i still learn or have i forgot
invite myself to walk a mile (or two),
as the cars whizz by
each gravel crunching step
birdsong, birdsong, shiver with the wind, tick
to the tock of raindrops,
smell the morning
written for Poetry Jam, and i seriously need to check out my other, just to make sure it's not me. Smiles.