Out Of The Past

As if
from a college town in 2004

outside of an Umphree's concert
this scraggly, lost man-child
replete with pathetic patchy beard

and distressed army/navy surplus jacket

puts himself in my way

in 2022 

on the northside of Chicago

with a dispensary 

no more than 4 blocks away

and says

"you got any weed?"

I laugh in his face

overcome 

by the anachronism

and the audacity