Rear Views

Years in the rear view
years of hiding and fleeing
ending with meeting you
years of looking and not seeing
in the rear view mirror.

Decades bounding the ball
back and forth and up
and down spring and fall
the only reason to stop was
to crawl under your covers.

Retirement is a myth
the world still needs a man
who walked more than one path
who made more than one plan
whose gears never shifted.

Young staring into the grass
growing up gazing at the aisles
of offerings to placid gods
rising above the going around
old and saying no to frauds.

Years in the rear view
years of hiding and fleeing
ending with meeting you
years of looking and not seeing
in the rear view mirror.

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