20 Years

I stood on the corner

concrete monoliths

cracked surface scars

held the past in shaded

memories we created.

Now time gives way

to rooftop patios

the sounds of live acts

turned consumerism.

I stood on the corner,

looked at the faces,

wondered if any age lines

could recall my own

youthful stares,

the agony of a lonely

night outside sounds

of busy lives

passing through eyes

just an instance and gone.

I stood on the corner

welcomed a sigh

where the many hours,

the clever wording,

charms in intriguing posture

walked right by me again,

left me singing a quiet

melody in memory.

I stood on the corner,

and laughed to pass the time.

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