
I can eat me
Magic Chanterelle
And wander back through
Time and Outer Space to see all
Me old classmates and teachers
From St. Gabriel’s and
St. John the Baptist.
Once I get to me past,
I merely open the Antique Lace curtain,
And walk right back to
1970? 1974?
In many ways, each
Of the folks I knew then
Serves, now,
As a Lighthouse
Showing me things from afar,
Of a kind I never
Could have noticed up close.
I wonder often
If anyone notices the odd nature of
The fact that Old Me visits
Young Me’s world.
The colors of the
Pathways between then and now
Vary so often.
They can be anything from
Multi colored Sea Glass
To Blizzard white.
I still feel quite a Kinship
With me old buds
Though our current friendship
Isn’t always Plum Perfect.
Me magic Chanterelles must
Be taken quite sparingly.
Tim and space are
Quite the stern taskmasters.
Naturally I was obligated to make a
Solemn and inviolable
Promise not to
Impart any knowledge
From one era to the other.
Daily I must deal with
The current versions of
So many of those people.
The Lace Curtain is oddly thin.
I’ve seen very many people from me early days, both in person and online.
This made me smile. Awesome take on the prompt.
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Thanks~
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This is fascinating. I particularly like the part about still feeling a kinship with old friends, although the friendship may have changed.
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Thanks. It’s been working out .We still pretty much get along even though all that time has passed.
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