Poem #2,755 | See those two men stumbling under

See those two men stumbling under – I
am one [pool-deep boozing possible &
considered] – a brief evening sat across
from wizened wine-kissed women – we
will trade cultural references as if coins
on a shuffle board – yours pile higher &
sway – My youth? Less booth-peerings –
my labour was in distances [not in reel-
weights met in running times] – you set
a rebuild [to keep tills rung] as I swung
without a full harness – my freedoms a
gift – your flicks a pit? – but from it such
[so much] more seen from behind light
& conjour of frames – Yours? This world
enough to know now their full names –
a retold universe – you’ve travelled well