old acquaintance be forgot

Year to year, my circumstance is
A ship taking cargo in exotic ports

This date
one year ago
would not recognize me now

Future peers
over shoulders of the crowded present
Catches my eye through the clamor
Ashen and sober
I hardly recognize the face
it is a Sphinx’s face
on which i could read all good and ill
in ancient slanting letters
and still be none the wiser

There will be time to discuss

We set sail together alone tomorrow
heading for parts unknown

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