White Rushing

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Met an old friend the other day

hadn't seen him in years

Saw him walking around a local grocery market

At first I thought that guy's lost

Then I realized it was Zane

Good old Zane

Shuffling around pushing a market basket

Loading it up with boxes and bags

Jars and cartons. 

Should I say something Would he remember me

So I tried

Zane I said How you doin' friend

He always wore his hair long tied

in a loose pony tail. His dark locks

had turned white like a cloud still

banded below the nape of his neck

He acknowledged me with a wry smile

His blue eyes glassy as polished marble

His fist gripped tight the handle of the basket

I could only imagine what he thought

Who is this stranger

I watched a tear trickle down his cheek

like a wayward vagabond

Is it you, Sammy

Yes, Zane It's been awhile

How's your family

They're good, Bobby's running for governor

He's come a long way from the soccer field

He still plays that too

How's Jill doin

She's president of the women's league

Sounds like things are swell

Couldn't be better

You ok Jimmy

Fine, Zane, just fine

Hey, good runnin into you

Same here

What's your name again

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