The Meeting
by Philip Hyams
Like the old/this dented city with its
A picture window partially misted over by
It rains and the grey flows down the cold
A picture window partially misted over by
Like the story/this dreaming man with his
Like those two/this rusted lion will never
Like the old/this dented city with its
A picture window completely clouded over by
Like the demise of the painted season/they have
Bald cracked byways.
The cold/a child's face all rosy and
Puffy gazes out at me.
I am old/I am eaten
I am convinced/I am bought
I sold out with maturity!
Asphalt road.
The warmth/a grownup's face all stiff and
Lined looks out at me.
I am young/I am innocent
I am resilient/I am strong
Will I become funny like him?
Large hemorrhaging soul.
Know one truth.
Dying dead youth.
The weather/no one's face to meet and
No one's eyes to penetrate.
It is snowing/it is blowing
It is black/it is freezing.
Their Springs shall never come back.
Never learned.
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