At first it seemed
Rather innocuous
A meeting of strangers on an uptown bus
Passengers from two separate worlds
Different ends of the line
Pursuing separate goals
A fantasy
Efflorescing into reality
Who knew?

Regret is like a fine French wine
Untouched, getting better all the time

So much to see
So much trickery
So much animosity
So much hostility
So much to not get
So many chances to get wet
I understand enough to know
What it is that I am
Where the river began
If not the current location of the dam

So I'll keep quiet
And listen
And wait
I'll understand
When it's time to use the key to my gate
The future is the past going back to the past
Time will determine 
What finishes first and or last

The race will run itself out
What do I care?
It matters not who is and who isn't here
To cheer
As the winners come home

We're in the midst of a deceptive calm
The precursor to that long predicted calamitous storm
I'm feeling the shadowed oats of my ancient progeny
Coldly anticipating an uncertain destiny

There are four plus dogs in the proverbial yard 
And…
An empty space for messages 
Inside a handmade card

It's where dreams are made
Screams are played
Schemes are flayed
Inside the silence

It's where
Regret is like a fine French wine
Untouched, getting better all the time

Beyond the furtive violence
Just when you think you have it all

Inside the silence

Nothing has changed
Nothing is the same


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