Gathering Moss


A guy sharing his table
in the Costco food court
tells me he’s working two jobs 
so he’ll have a comfortable retirement, 
and I say he’s trading his youth for money
while I’m spending my old age remembering
when I danced the samba in Carnaval rain 
and hopped a freight train to New Orleans,
so while he can, he should be a rolling stone 
gathering not moss but memories.