A visit by friends

This morning, as a release,
I stowed the whole canvas roof of the boat:
It looked sporty, jaunty
No longer the utility boat
Festive now, for friends were coming:
Companions in the villa in Tuscany,
At pre-theatre dinners, like us
Lovers of theatre onstage and off:
Coming with relatives from England.

I drove the jaunty boat, toured the island,
Chatted, barbequed, finally
Crept off for an hour’s nap,
For friends understand, encourage naps,
Then, after another spectacular
Mauve-golden sunset, drove
Them back in the jaunty open boat
In the warm yawning dusk over the
Calming river to their car.

A success, the visit: a swim,
Two polite teens, one hiding something sad,
A glimpse of a family trying to live
A normal life, and not surprisingly,
Not.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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