Published in the Cold Mountain Review 1986
Central Avenue and 19th Street
We were on this same street, I believe,
thirty years ago
on a summer day so
similar to this one
that I feel I could turn to you and
your hair would be vivid auburn
as it was then and
we would talk of Hilda and Mary Frances
as though they were fresh acquaintances.
How time flies and stands still
all in a quick breath!
It is an old Hopi thought I have heard--
events circling rather than counted out
one after another.
It is a thought I like.
For a moment at least you are here
who have been so long absent
and what might have been has yet a chance to occur.
Oh brave possibilities
on such a glorious day.
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