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Poemdog

Dogs 2017

CRACKED MIRROR
(9/22/17)

he had stood
in front of me
in the checkout line
for five minutes

I heard him
speak
to the cashier

something
familiar about
him

but his
old

grayed

crooked
countenance

communicated
nothing to me
of his identity

finally finished
he left

my transaction
was conducted
quickly

out in the parking
lot
our paths
crossed again

seeing him
straight on
in the face
stirred
a recollection

he's ten

fifteen years
older
than me

I haven't
seen him
in five

at least

he's really
gone downhill

I say hello

he looks
at me
with question

his ancient memory
is tested

poor
elderly guy

"oh

hi, there

I almost
didn't recognize
you

you've really
aged
since the last time
that I saw
you"

thanks

good
to see you
too

you old
bastard