sheathed
from rain by the café’s canopy
for Julie
Cooper
divided
by the primacy of who shares quotidian
each
meeting is a flash of reflected light.
at first
I assume it was only someone who laughs like you.
we were
born elderly, weren’t we? our knees have caught up.
can we
more than cross paths, share hours, chairs?
maybe we
can break bread together, and toast.
no, let’s not reminiscence with what we’ve already
bottled.
let us
spice new memories to last a few autumns.
Pearl Pirie teaches
poetry through Studio Nouveau and other organizations. She edits manuscripts
under her chalkpaths arm. Newly released is Call
Down the Walls (Frog Hollow Press, Feb. 2019) from their Dis/Ability Series
#5. She lives in rural Quebec. www.pearlpirie.com
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