compadre from the past…


late-night dust has settled;
things are close to the way they used to be,
if not quite the same as they might have been.
new words will be spoken,
sounding like the voices of old friends
thought to have been lost.
gone off wherever people fade away towards
when they leave the small towns
of heartland river valley’s for city streets.

when pressed for answers, they demure;
leave the advice for the slick city kids
to dispense; they usually like
to pretend they know what they’re talking about.
rather still; sometimes just the right
inflection brings you back to
just the right image of how easy it was;
how peaceful it might have been.

Dedicated to old friends and how the right word at the right time can mean the world when things aren’t going so well.

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