Monday, June 15, 2009

Restaurant Poem

Over Appleby’s Salads
--June 13, 2009

Brown eyes look into blue eyes
familiar from forty years ago,
she and I shiver through
an unofficial reunion supper
on the night of the official one.

The blast of the a/c
makes us both wish
we had a sweater.

God help us,
we’ve turned into
our mothers.

--Barbara Malcolm

(c) Barbara Malcolm