I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 July 2015

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.

1 comment:

  1. That's nice to see - turning FB friends into real friendship ~ Good for both of you ~