"bute and thurlow"

[Chaotic Action Man]

Two men stand
They are strong men
Old men
Hair long turned white
Watching the site
Across the street
Under construction

One raises his arm
Points to a something
The other nods
They both agree
It’s done differently
Things have changed
Since the old days

While they stand
A third appears
He is a young man
His hair long from turning white
He stops
Looking at the pair
Follows their gaze
Across the street
And up
He begins to talk

These three men
Two friends, and
One in the making
Share the moment
Together in the something
Across the street
Under construction

It does not take long
It never does
A man, a small child
Stop to listen
What started out as two friends
Has become a class
History taught on the street

I wonder,
Does the small child listen
Intently
On the gathering of experience
The air thick with meaning
Of the sharing
Of the way it was
Back then

I feel a pull to join them, despite
Not having any interest
In the something
Across the street
Under construction

I feel the pull
To be able
to listen to
Two men
Old men
Hair long turned white
Recounting tales to us
Of the way it was
Back then

 

[dyscotopia]

nice poem.. evocative.. i'll have to stroll down there and see if i see the same things.

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

thanks. i had to edit it right after you read it, as there was a chunk missing from when i pasted it over.