We cross paths rarely, I and my old friend.
Everything is fine at first, but then
There comes some bristling. Things have changed a bit
(To my bewilderment and great regret).
It can’t but show upon my sagging face.
Most likely, I’ll just purse a smile and waste
Another word or two about how long
It’s been, while really wishing I were gone.
3/22/1983
Field of Vision 