25 vs 65

Haphazard bar
under a cheerful sky,
people, bursting in the morning dew,
mingling on a river bank,
drunken by the eagle’s cry
Infinity trickling down their spine.

Years down the river
on a pensive noon,
a couple, resting in the evening sun,
sitting on a river bench,
sobered by the owl’s croon
Nostalgia running through their veins.