The Ten Year Drift
“The Ten-Year Drift”
Ten years buried,
Like a cabin under frozen snow.
Surface: A sudden knock at the door.
A return of ten years.
Suspension of consciousness
I am relieved. Twist of fate;
An icy chill on a white blanket
slate, fresh skin; a new life.
As the sound of snow sonic,
pillows over the cabin.
There sits our picture.
Fades to old blue.
Once a shared shadow.
Becomes an instant replay.
We sat looking out of the window
Sharing an age-old bourbon.
Stirring in clouds, inside clouds.
A jewel in this moment,
Old friends together again.
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