should these times seem like old times
old vinyl player tunes spinning warmly
can’t recall an old acquaintance’s name
for the sake of old times comes to mind
a face full of kindness and smiles awhile
for the days gone by spent in odd places
when in our pint cups yours and mine
picture between us and a bowl of nuts
on the radio windows down seawrack
night out on the town and we run about
up and around the steep butterfly hills
wandering waves of sun bleached hair
lol we post these pics of ours and send
for tags with names from old contacts
up into the cloud we’ll see how many
hearts we’ll catch nevertheless now
take my hand we’ll cross the stream
I can’t hear the ocean’s roar anymore
we’ve been up all night old forgotten
the moon also falls down the tracks
The Coming of the Toads 