Poem

 
 
 
walking thru the crowds
while visiting a local
small town Apple
festival  
 
stood on a corner  
to give myself a  
break from the herd
mindlessly milling  
about
 
looked over and saw
you
 
what had it been...
 
eleven
 
   twelve years?
 
you were walking  
along with your old  
father by your side
 
I looked away
 
not out of some
sullen nostalgia  
 
or to hide a tear
falling from the
corner of my eye
 
but in the monster
realization that rage,
much like God, does
not die
 
I took a few sips of
chocolate coke
 
and went
home
 
to something  
better