I should’ve written
as the sentiments
were arising.
Now, I just think of monsters
wandering the streets,
masked as adults,
and each friend in their thirties-
divorced, unhappy, trapped
in marriage, struggling
to find meaning
in career and money
at the same time.
There is a constant whoosh
of automobiles up and down Cedar Ave,
like a two way river,
incessantly flowing
in conflicting directions.
There’s this joke
about log trucks
as they pass each other
on the highway
going opposite directions.
We could’ve saved a lot
of energy
had the ghosts of the past
called ahead
to the unborn
regrets of the future.
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