Carl and I were in the same class at Miami of Ohio

Several of us met up at a memorial-

Of a guy I only knew in our youth….

So fifty years ago- my summer theme.

Time traveling is weird- we are forever young

But who are these old people walking around?

Am I dreaming- I think so.

Illusions revealed- but not quite grasped.

Everyday there is something big to feel

Everyday is a ritual.