FOR JUDITH
Can you just be, she says to me
and we do then, there
on a tepid summer Sunday,
throw out our lines
to catch hold the juggernaut
of passing time
slow it just enough to
eat curried pea soup
without spilling
and fresh raspberries
one by one
from a crystal bowl,
to read poems
one by one too,
until time comes to leave
and one from one we part
for now and then and sometime yet again
soon, we hope, soon.
Random Acts 10 
My goodness, Jen, you’ve distilled the moment in words and in an image. Alchemy! Pure gold. Thank you.
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I had easy inspiration for this one, my friend. xoxo
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