Bliss by Harry Bliss for June 30, 2022

“From the old neighborhood, where I thought they would stay.”

I wouldn’t call that ‘nothing’.

“Who are you calling ‘old’?”

We got a problem with that job we pulled 5 years ago .We must talk now !

You thought you could just leave us behind and start a new life? Pretty poor parenting.

He’s behind on his protection payments.

Those are good to have.

They just popped over from the Pet Sematary

And they don’t look happy.

Old friends, old friends

Sat on their park bench like bookends

A newspaper blown through the grass

Falls on the round toes

Of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men

Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset

The sounds of the city sifting through trees

Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today

Sharing a park bench quietly?

How terribly strange to be 70

Old friends, memory brushes the same years

Silently sharing the same fears

Not close friends mind you, just old……