my thoughts on another –
an unexpected transport not back in time but forward;
such a novelty on this familiar road
so laden with your ghost.
But there you stood.
A casual roadside presence
lounging in conversation
Seen for the first time in years.
You too seemed happy, your unseeing laughter flickered across
You did not see me.
But Ryan, I saw you.
I laughed when I saw this weeks prompt. I wrote this poem about two weeks ago after the featured incident, and it’s been sitting in my drafts waiting for the right moment. I love this photo taken by my friend and collaborator Sara: it fits the mood perfectly – in my mind at least.