80/twenty

cornerstoned as i round

a bend

in my years

marked by calendars and

lines

on the edges of my eyes

i arrive at a place in space

and time unfamiliar

i hear

the easy chatter of my

youth

back around the bend

but i can no longer

see it

not turned away

but turned around

a corner

in my years

less impressive but stronger

founded perhaps

not floating

cornerstoned

not cornered.

Maybe Nashville, I forget.