yesterday 
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat 
that never left my head
the hat that you would take 
and try to hold it far above 
my reach knowing i could never get it

Summer nights

Taste of sweet smoke

Laughter and kindness

The generosity of strangers

The hopes of tomorrow

And the struggles of a past day

Fall days

Feel the heat on your back

I feel like I lost all the time

I once thought I had

Looking at you

Even though you look the same

The gray of your hair

And the change of mine

Tells me time has truly passed