Coffee with a Friend

I was a bit early.

He was a little late.

(He got slightly lost

on the way.)

I stood on the corner

where I’d told him to turn,

leaning out over the rail

of the café’s al fresco section.

I wanted to be highly visible.

(He said later I looked like a beacon.)

A toot from a white sports car.

Yes! I waved like mad.

I hugged him too warmly.

(Old lady’s privilege.)

Slightly taken aback, he

responded with kind grace.

Once we started talking

we could hardly stop.

Poetry and physics;

our marriages and kids.

We couldn’t keep the grins

off our faces.  We lingered

until the last minute

of closing time.

I gave him directions

to the best local crystal shop,

which was closing

and selling off stock.

Now he’s posting

polished fossils

and amethyst obelisks

all over facebook.

It was fun. He always

felt like a friend.

It’s so not true what they say, 
that fb friends aren't real.