ten year reunion

smash razzle-dazzle isms
of sunshine on storm-washed Penticton streets
and here where we wandered drunkenly
the night before
no imprint of the raucous voices or
coarse delights

all washed away and under over into
something brighter and new and
bafflingly similar to
sodden wanderings and musings of the years before

fresh

what we were returns when the grime is swished away

all of us gathering
and unravelling the mysteries of who
and how did we become what did we were did you
how was that and when did they
the murmurs of rebuilding/regressing

familiar smells of the Okanagan earth

and we might come away with more of what
we already were