Meeting an old friend
From here and there,
Unshared memories spill over
into cups of tea;
a cigarette and a half on the Tube:
Busker made a choice,
got arrested the night
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.
Meeting an old friend,
No memories in common,
So much more to swap
Like casettes, before CDs
could be FedEx-ed across the oceans.
Meeting an old friend,
Pipe, hookah, shorts and corduroy,
Picking up the game of chess shelved years ago.
Meeting an old friend with a new friend,
A new friend with an old,
Taking manual photographs of
Fingers, hair, teeth, shoes.
No faces, only words.
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