Poem: Acquaintances

Isn’t it funny how

You can live in the same dream

As someone but barely

Even speak with them?

Like you get in the elevator 

And think I know you

From 800 years ago

But all you do is

Wish them a nice day.

Or you exchange pleasantries 

Over drinks in the garden

Without acknowledging 

The marriage you shared 

In Romania during the

Fall of the Roman Empire.

But what is there to say?

We went over it a thousand times

In all those other dreams.

 

M. Bogen
Miami Beach
March 2023