crossed a bridge (rebuilt since falling to the flood)
turned down-creek
to that house of that friend who left today,
carried loaded boxes from basement to truck,
and worked till all were gone.
Again, he walked,
crossed a bridge (replaced since floating away)
and turned down-creek
to this house of this friend who will stay.
Now, he talks,
sips bowl of soup and cup of coffee,
looks forward to his way back,
looks backward to his way here,
speaks of each way as a good way,
and calls this day, a good day.
Looks Forward and Backward
Bob Komives
Fort Collins © 1999 :: ,9901
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