Down this Avenue

We're talking past each other again—

How quickly we drop the -nue

—from the post

We grow old to ourselves

to one-another—

We change directions, left, right,

—hike! where we push back on life

and sand our rough edges

rougher—

Our about faces wrinkle and prune—

To express things undone

undone

undone were we? ...when?

Regret and lively appreciation

there has always been—

We are six before or after

fearing seven—

As we ate those nine inch snails

culled from the heels

of frozen Babka loaves—

drizzled w/out sound in salted olive oils

Embracing the instant for what it was

while listening hungrily—

for hints of what the future holds

—at our next intersection—

#5to7wordsFromaFriend #ChallengeInspired