staring at old maps again
with a yellow fondness
for a past that
wasn’t mine
but could’ve been
i suppose
somewhere out
in the western suburbs
listening to six o’clock
rock
as the car lurches
around a corner
under sodium light
passing factories by.
we could’ve been older
wrestling with an entirely
different set
of issues
wishing we were
younger
’cause those kids have it
so easy
these days.
tomorrow
i’ll go walking
and see what happens
time can have
its way with me
at least for a few hours
before I succumb
to the endless pull
of expectations
and responsibilities
that comes mostly
from within.