A counter between us,
Coffee cups down,
We realize we’re 75, men ….
His wife is dead.
He’s dating my friend’s sister.
He likes her.
He thinks little of my friend.
I take the tales of selfishness,
We’re 75, still talking women ….
We finish our coffee, bump knuckles.
We’re reaching ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late June 2013