Pockets.

We crossed each others path,
this would be our first and our very last.
He said, ‘ I know what could make your mind quiet, give me your time and spend it with me for a while.’
I smile, with glee,
someone who wants time with me;
Yet, I had a place to wander so I declined his company,
‘I inherit a place in cliff hangers and you have a pace of old school standards.’
He breathed out an exhaustion, his eyes gleamed up the goal that he’d nearly met,
I followed his eye span, I smiled and realised his ethic had my respect.
The inventory of his history was framed, still having room to play,
He nodded his head purposefully and wished me a day.
His smart attire pushed down snow plots until he finally disappeared.
It was Sunday,
it was noon,
his spirited regime wouldn’t stop him from pursuing his weekly beer.
We crossed each others path,
that was our first and our very last.



© Thelma Von Salem @ https://thelmavonsalem.com

Image – by me

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