we were kids once
swinging on the branches
of Munn's apple tree
playing in his garden
digging in the dirt
what an idylic scene
Now everything is older
entropy increases
we are estranged
with the miles between
the conversations muted
Time sped up some time ago
Now there are car bombs,
exploding towers, and twitter
with children off to college
and the people we use to know
slowly fading away
somewhere
we are still digging
