A Meeting
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008Just read a great collection of Wendell Berry, thought I’d share my favorite with you. -Jeff B.
A Meeting
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask:”How you been?”
He grins and looks at me.
“I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees.”"
