wistful / yaas kay mahal version i revised

to season's drum beat 
                         we marched
lines and scars appeared
furtively at first, entrenched later
as youth faded in memory fog
along this passage 
                          we acknowledged
every smile 

today 
the world is cinereous
hesitantly, expectantly
                           we walk 
the alleys and byways 
of Memoryville
when encountered
a fleeting smile
momentarily 
                              we lit up