by Max Reif

Walking back to my car
in a small lot near the post office,
I see the building where Paul
lived as a young bachelor years ago,

remember how I didn’t knock
that one time because through the glass
I could see him, making out on the couch.
Of course that was before
his marriage and divorce,
before his grown kids were born.

As I walk past today,
it seems Paul could still be in there,
a young man making out.
The building will always be
a landmark in my world.
From among its blank-faced neighbors,
it will call my name when I pass.

I reach my car across the span
of decades and drive away.

Max Reif was first surprised to pull his car over and give birth to a poem in 1968 at age 20, not even knowing he was pregnant! He continues to seek, (in the words of Meher Baba) “to penetrate into the essence of all being and significance, and to release the fragrance of that inner attainment for the guidance and benefit of others…” Some of his stories, poems, jokes, reviews etc are at www.REALnothings.com