friends...
snatches of laughter-
rhythm- just right-
live music plucking-
small coloured lights...
picking and tasting-
delicious and sweet-
piling our plates-
we talk as we eat...
ladies soft-sparkle-
all the men smile-
we've not seen each other
for quite a long while...
sharing a past-
condensed into now-
sharp and in focus-
and magic- somehow...
Joy Weare.
26th October, 2007.
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