Good Friends

 

We met in a bar

for a cup of coffee.

It was a good idea not to drink

that night.

It was old times

and one night stands.

When you left

I picked up your empty cup;

it was still warm.

The waitress came,

taking the cup away.

 

first published in Living With a Stranger: self published, 1993.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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