People Of Yesteryears

it is nice to meet people
of yesteryear
saying hello and then the
usual
how's life
how are you doing
and then they rush
for something else
their cars are waiting
or the plane's flight
is an hour before
they're always going to be late
i do not expect much
i understand perfectly
this is a case of islands
existing but not fusing
touching no one
and no one touches no one
goodbye.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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