no longer in the noisy diner
drinking the cold coffee
smoking cigarettes turned into cigars
back steps turned into front deck
two floors up then back porch enclosed
basement isolated reborn outside miles away
and ten years can do a lot to a man
still a stranger to myself
introducing him to me
everyday reinventing
what it was wanted
ten years ago and still
today lies dormant
waiting to take hold
and take over…
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