Coffee with Emily

 

Notes slid

left-handedly

with the slightest

curl of lip-

a poem passing,

sparking,

just above the rim.

 

 

Coffee with Pablo

 

You left words for me

before you

and the salted dory

untethered.

The conch kept them

warm in her echo.

 

Coffee with Walt

 

A flower bedecked the band

of your felted journey hat;

your shoes stayed

at the door.

Soles at rest- though

pointing onward, ever

ready to dance.

 

Coffee with Ogden

 

We took our cups

to the aquarium;

We took them to the zoo.

We made up tales

of savannah whales

who speak

as you and I do.