meet him walking up the road
after a few years away. I'm back
just to tie up a few loose ends
the bank with the plastic plants
where we queued all lunch hour
the subterranean chinese dive
where we fumbled our way through the menu
the streets where I grew up
as far as it was possible
all around me again
but it's not the same. And then I see him,
the same old walk. 'Still living in the Bay?'
I asked, and as the words flow
so the cars hum on the road
and we stand there on the pavement
and the sun shines.