Fried Chicken

                           The two of us sat at the large conference table,

                           Ate fried chicken and cold slaw,

                           Talked over the day’s events,

                           Your piano work, my office challenges.

                           From the overhead windows

                           The late afternoon sun filtered down,

                           Shining over our supper,

                           Lighting our conversation.

                           Laughing from the freshness of

                          That half hour together,

                           We cleaned up the plastic spoons,

                           And paper plates.

                           No longer tired

                           I returned to my computer. . .

                           Glad you came.

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