Exangel

by Barry Vitcov.

Old Friends
Catching up on life’s stories
While lounging and eating charcuterie
Overlooking Carmel beach
The easy, lyrical tones of tides
Whales breaching and spouting in the distance
Dog walkers without pretense
Details emerging like surprise parties

Our son will be forty-nine
The oldest grandchild graduates next year
Not much of a student; no college future
Remember April
Cancer and only days to live
And Lisa: not much time either
We’re driving down the coast in October
It’s an annual event
We’re at that age
Must keep living

 

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