Tracks seemingly
Run parallel,
Lifetimes lived
Next door,
In shared context.
As the future
Swings into view,
Parallel tracks
Warp in the
Hot sun,
Swerving independently,
A snow bird
Phenomenon.
crisscrossing phone calls,
Missed rendezvous,
Eroded common ground.
Paddling upstream
Calls us to plan,
Exert,
Love intensely.
We will.
Categories: Poetry