It will be such and such a year, <br />the sun appearing now and then, <br />clouds over cola, booze and beer, <br />teenagers now grey-bearded men, <br />corn on the cob and sizzling meats, <br />smoke from a charcoal-heated grill. <br />There will be women, cries, and feats, <br />dandelions on a hill, <br />twister, spin the bottle, hide <br />and seek. There will be joy and laughter, <br />marshmallows, bonfire and hayride, <br />a game of softball the day after. <br />Only you will lag behind, <br />Nineteen Eighty-Four no nearer— <br />your clothing, hairstyle, language, mind— <br />trapped inside a rear-view mirror.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reunion-23/
