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Aug 132013
 

by Jeremiah Durick

 

They should be anonymous

Shadowy figures we only see

Out of the corner of our eye

In passing, the slightest wrinkle

In our day.

They should never be someone

We knew back when, went to

School with, played ball with,

Sat out on the beach with,

Drank with, and talked with

In that serious drunken teenage

Way we all had, talked about

Ourselves, about our futures.

I was going to, and he was going

to, too. Those easy goals would

wobble a bit at times – doctors, or

lawyers, the things we envied to be.

Those words, the things we said

Must hang there, somewhere in space,

Up amid the stars, but dimmed

And dying, like homeless old men,

Who should be anonymous

Shadowy figures we only see

Out of the corner of our eye,

The slightest wrinkle in our day.