parking lot

We spoke in the parking lot
two couples
he on he; she on she

raw blue west wind
reddened cheeks
teared eyes

October peered out of
their clutched shopping bags
dill stalks, gourds, apples

we swapped stories of
family joys and disasters
plans flying skyward like car bombs

we parted reluctantly
divided by chilling wind
united by age, shared history and need.

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About riverwriter

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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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