Today we met on the street and smiled
We did not acknowledge the Sun
shining down and making us both possible

We both talked about Pete and this newspaper
and “Who is this please standing before me?”
“Will I be executed shortly?” each wondered,

it had been a few years since swerving together
in the soft wars of the twenties, thirties, Viking
discussions in kitchens. We lit up for a few minutes,

then were washed down the conduit into our present ghost armies.