The suits now look like they did back then
a little shinier
a little slimmer
on the men rushing around him, past him
He is reminded that a legacy sometimes
has no physical component
brick and mortar
He likes to go, in times like these
walking past the building they named after his brother
and further out
across the river of history and away from the white stone curtains
that hide what he knew before, and more
what he’s learned since
out to the old General’s land
to the flame still alight
two stones there now.
Light changes so fast now.
No accounting for time,
one instant a nighttime blizzard
the next a sunny cherry blossom flurry.