Another day, another season passing and with it’s passing tomorrow is born. The two young men go tramping along the country road behind the cemetery wading through the dry fallen leaves walking Michael’s dog. Theirs is an odd relationship. Months pass and seemingly they lose sight of one another as each follows a different trail, only to catch-up with their life-long relationship in the first seconds of their coming together again. Their friendship has withstood the ravages of time, girlfriends and life choices. Comfortable in the exchange of their experiences (they remind me of two scientists or perhaps philosophers exchanging notes) they console each other making suggestions of how to help the other’s dreams come true. The church bell strikes the hour, they separate, not knowing when the next encounter will be but sure they will meet again.
afternoon in fall
the graveyard is decked out –
© G.s.k. ‘15
“Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.” by Kahlil Gibran (found on dVerse – Haibun Monday)