Metal tables lined with
workers like me. Cold chai, pen,
notebook, laptop. New spot.
On a 93 degree day, I go in search of AC
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Metal tables lined with
workers like me. Cold chai, pen,
notebook, laptop. New spot.
We speak of quiet’s gift:
Clues revealed for life’s next step.
Where? What? When? Known within.
Plans with friends, date night
collide. Your feelings, my words.
Fights and laughs: all good.
Dinner with parents:
Fennel, kale, sausage, white beans.
Chat into the night.
Random Tuesday off,
Puttering from plants to art.
Freelance ebb and flows.
High school friend; China
roommate. Shared meals with partners,
ghosts of former selves.
Meat folder, dumplings,
gain lan, with pork ear to start.
Ninety percent full.
Lacy verdant shafts
ascend: a hundred year’s growth
filters morning sun.
Best friend on speaker.
Beach, river, leaf peeping, water sports,
hikes. Let’s do it all.
Candy colored homes.
Families walking, children playing,
dappled sun; all’s right.