time smudge

Time Smudge

 

The ex
chief of
police from
forty
years ago
just sat
down in
a booth
with his
wife across
the crowded
restaurant.

 

Back then
I called
him a
Nazi
when he
tried to
bust me
for pissing
on my
own back
tire after
the
bars closed.

 

Now we
wave across
crowded restaurants
& call
each other
by our
first names.

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