From a few years ago. An exercise in Sapphics.
Pizza, pasta, strawberry shortcake, coffee:
Deb and I at Uno's on JFK for
dinner, conversation, and silly stories,
Wednesday at seven.
Outside, Cambridge bustles despite the rainfall
slapping Harvard, blackening traffick'd asphalt;
Deb says something funny and Jove responds with
Friends we've been since Gorbachev and the Gipper,
since the days of Oliver North and Contras; --
storms we've weathered, worse than the one in Cambridge:
yes, we're survivors.
Now we've racked up eighty-eight years between us:
college kids were born after we left college!
Reagan's gone, and Morrissey's pushing sixty;
Chelsea's a matron.
In this age of mischievous politicians,
Debba's humor keeps me from going bonkers.
Heart, rejoice with gratitude at the blessing!
Friends are a treasure.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-06-06 at 11:23
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