Lookin back and the hazy days
tick tack the turbulent past
Shootin apples of the trees
hidin initials on the barks
Inside the dream bubble
no escape to comfort
just rapid movements
Sat by the river
watchin my rippled face
sensed the gesture of the salmon
waving goodbye
All faces look the same
if only they look up in the sky
a smile would blend in
Roger Bewman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/many-reasons-to-cross/
