Quite Bluntly
I saw his visage
reflected in rear view
as he drove
driving a chill
over my entire being.
His face was my own,
the hair, cheekbones, eyes
exactly the same
but his alone
as another image
mirrored,
melded into his,
my reflection, projected,
fifty years forward,
a grey haired man,
deep lines etched
upon a large forehead,
tracks leading back to a time
that was now then.
My back seat mate
jostled my elbow.
I looked up,
grasped the moment,
took a long inhale
then passed him the blunt.
9/10/2020