Two Old Friends

Two Old Friends

 

 

 

donuts and delivery trucks

as the sixteen-wheel conversations

dance under an adolescent moon

a small town sleeps

while the cigarettes act like flashlights

with midnight batteries

 

even the silences were golden

recognizing each other's thoughts

unsaid sounds

blend with the parking semi-

and the scent of a travelling show

of sugary delights

 

later we waited out the sunrise

laughing at nothing

two friends now arriving at their own sunset

years,

 

life has brought an interesting haul

of understanding

that little hill behind the A&P

has long been dug under

our conversations leave tire tracks

on a key board road

 

that has relocated us

to a screen,

words

the dance slowed

but the moon still

 

searches for us

yes, 

even still.

 

 

erin-cilberto

 

12/5/21

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Jacob I usually pick out a verse or two of my faves in your writing but this time I can’t
Great work take it as a compliment the above explanation

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie,
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Everything here is written so amazingly, from the beginning to the end. Visually, it really takes you away and the words project so much images and story. It’s beautiful and nostalgic and I think, personally, one of you bests. I love this sort of style, it’s so deep and profound and intense and yet, all the right people get it. Thank you, so, so much for sharing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Colacat,
j.

[Ruth]

I was friends with my best friend for 25 years, he died three years and honestly Jacob, I am lost without him...so important are friendships and the happy times that arise from them...beautiful poem, just so beautiful :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am so sorry, Ruth...I wish you still had him with you.
j.

[JE Falcon]

Coming from a family of Truckers, long past, I was able to see everything you so visually spoke of. Written in that "Matter-ah-fact" casual style made the read even more special. Thanks for sharing your moments.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

appreciate your kind review, JE,
j.

[UnholyFate]

This is the kind of writing I love. Deep and metaphorically methodical.
The rhythm of words slides off the tongue with ease, and I, a reader, am invested, feeling and engaged. Thank you for this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, UnholyFate,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"our conversations leave tire tracks on a key board road" a brilliant line in a poem that made me nod my head more than once. Time moves on and old friendships sometimes get misplaced, but a chance meeting can bring it all back again. The moon knows all and sees all. This brought to mind the Dan Fogelberg song, "Another Auld Lang Syne." Some things never change, Jacob. The moon knows that. Lydi***

[jacob erin-cilberto]

smart moon...
thank you, Lydi,
j.

[lightsong]

Such emotions there... years passed, years linger in the memories, sweet innocent happy memories, to me the way You ended it was the most magnificent. I see a lost friendship but yet an ongoing one, like a change from state to another through this relationship, I don't know how to express it but this what You gave me in your lines. and to me this is all about the only and one friend You've been with since ever... your pen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

long time, lightsong, yes, a long time....63 years.
j.

[lightsong]

the poet born with his pen on his hand or heart :>

[Patricia]

terrific writing here! Love the line with the cigarette, brilliant, and the old A&P, and can see everything so clearly in this write like I am there. Oh those yesteryears and old friends make one feel younger.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you remember A&P's? I don't think they exist anymore, but those were great days with my friend, and I appreciate you, Patricia.
j.

[Patricia]

Yes, indeed I do remember, woe my age is showing LOL and I appreciate your friendship!

[Cherrie Palmer]

The best part of sharing a history with someone is time is never a issue. We can just startup talking like it was yesteryear.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Cherrie....good friendships age well.
thank you,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Friendship is precious. Old friends are gold. I enjoyed this nostalgic flashback into the past. The glowing cigarettes reminded me of a past boyfriend, walking to meet me down a dark country lane. That was all I could see of him as he approached me. You created the ambience here. I enjoyed the trip J. Lovely write.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am glad it was always your boyfriend walking down that country lane...in the dark.
My buddy was my first friend when I moved to Lockport in third grade from the Bronx...we are still close.
thank you, Chris,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

New friends are gold as well, and I appreciate you, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

And me you J. Thank you :)