Sharing memories and coffee
with friends at McCrite:
not like a satiated feeling
after a full dinner. . .
But, more like dessert—
light and sweet and delectable.
Sharing laughter and stories
of our younger selves:
out-running the cops,
go-go dancing in discos,
walking along a wooded path, or
seeing a moose in New England.
Memories of our younger selves
Shared with hesitation and joy.
Getting to know each other like
flowers slowly blooming
Petal by petal:
opening up our past,
with just a hint of our essence.
Memories of joy
with coffee and friends
at McCrite.
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