Made the passage
Without my glasses
What is seen and isnt there
Colors and large shapes
Leave clear impressions
They remain trapped
In recollections
The details filled in
Deftly embellished
Minor chords
Of the days that we relished
Thought we’d arrived
When only passing through
Maybe left something
To improve the view
Most times we were shadows
Slipping by the sun
No time for celebration
For small victories that were won
