The sidewalk rushes up to me,
face to face.  We kiss like old
friends --- been too long since

we've seen each other.  So, it
says, how are you?  What's 
new in your life?  Nothing, I say,

except for this problem with
my balance.  That's new.  Think
we'll be seeing much more of

each other from now on.  What's
new with you?, I ask.  Not too
much, it says, except the cracks.

Hell getting old.  Well, got to go,
it says, things to do, peope to
catch --- great seeing you, we

will have to do this again, talk
about the good old times ----
and it was gone.  Didn't even

say good-bye.  Get up, dust
myself off, and make my way
into the rest of the afternoon.

© 2011, Karla Dorman