Rendezvous
A voice from the past calls my name.
Images of forgotten adventures come into focus;
visions of old friends
flutter through my mind's eye
like a zoetrope in a penny arcade.
Dreaming or awake we agree to meet,
Shadows dancing along side each other.
So, how are you? And how are you?
Diaghilev never danced a better ballet
Tiptoeing around how we want to be seen
Dipping into the watershed of shared memories
Completing the exposure of an old
Photograph frozen in time.