Summer ’74

Those were the shadows I came across,
the guru
weighed me off as a dead loss,
Kathmandu saw the real me seeing you
for the first time.

Not enough time for the mountains we
knew how to climb
so marking time by the peanuts that
stacked up in the bar room
we talked of another time and
drank a bit more.

Holy men and monks passed us by
we were drunks
not showing lights on
most of us gone on the smoke
that billowed, made pillows for our
heads on the  peach blossom beds
and we drank a bit more.

days long
and nights even longer
I was younger and stronger
back then.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.