Down this Avenue
We're talking past each other again—
How quickly we drop the -nue
—from the post
We grow old to ourselves
to one-another—
We change directions, left, right,
—hike! where we push back on life
and sand our rough edges
rougher—
Our about faces wrinkle and prune—
To express things undone
undone
undone were we? ...when?
Regret and lively appreciation
there has always been—
We are six before or after
fearing seven—
As we ate those nine inch snails
culled from the heels
of frozen Babka loaves—
drizzled w/out sound in salted olive oils
Embracing the instant for what it was
while listening hungrily—
for hints of what the future holds
—at our next intersection—
#5to7wordsFromaFriend #ChallengeInspired
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