Merlin's Musings

We spoke of you tonight
Fondly
Warmly as friends do
When one of us isn’t there
To drink Al’s coffee.
We stood
Under the porch tonight
To dodge the mist
Treasuring it
Like the much needed rain
We wish it had been.
Then took our last drags
And filed past
The rusty butt can
Like school children
Lining up from recess
To wander in
And take our seats.
And we bowed our heads
Taking solace
In familiar, well worn
Words
And spoke of gratitude.

In memory of Harold B. who passed on sober, June 16th, 2007