Passers By

Updated: Jul 13, 2020

She asked me how and why did it happen.  

I told her: “I was much older back then

And now older I am so much younger.”

She looked at me wryly, a little bit 

Slyly, with laughing eyes said:  “I doubt that.”

I took her to mean my being mean.

But upon reflection I think she meant

My physical, not immaterial 

Body, since all material matters

Mattered very much to her at the time.

Years passed and I saw her again

Walking by on the street, too shy to greet,

Too proud to be to one another kind.

I continued pushing on with my walker

As I saw her, oxygen tank trailing behind.


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