Coffee with Emily
Notes slid
left-handedly
with the slightest
curl of lip-
a poem passing,
sparking,
just above the rim.
Coffee with Pablo
You left words for me
before you
and the salted dory
untethered.
The conch kept them
warm in her echo.
Coffee with Walt
A flower bedecked the band
of your felted journey hat;
your shoes stayed
at the door.
Soles at rest- though
pointing onward, ever
ready to dance.
Coffee with Ogden
We took our cups
to the aquarium;
We took them to the zoo.
We made up tales
of savannah whales
who speak
as you and I do.
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