Banff in the 80’s

I left them behind in the frightening cold. With their plans and their dreams and their schemes growing old. 

I left for the coast, on a train… In the night. In the drunk and the fog and the delusional fight.

I think of the times and the growth and the snow. And the fears that I held and that long letting go.

There’s a distance between the here and the now. That’s true and its clear and safer somehow.

I walked in your midst and I admit to my awe. You allowed me to be me and I came and I saw.

Dennis Mantin 

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