We catch up in the evenings

and listen to each other’s days,
the way they meandered
from hour to hour or bounced
like a cafe owner walking past tables,
chest out, chin up, proud
that every seat has a person on it
or shot to the sun too fast or fell
off the edge of manageable.
We catch up and listen
and wonder when we had to start
finding seconds.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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