JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

We sit around

discussing

all the things you do

all the things you say

 

We don’t want to feel too sad

so we smile, laugh, hold each other

 

Someone hands around bourekas, pours the coffee

we munch pistachios, peanuts, fruit

with mouths full of memories

 

Outside its raining

people come people go

 

We talk about other things

children, grandchildren

trips overseas, the best places

to buy groceries

the coming elections. Will there

eventually be some sanity?

 

Someone remembers what

you used to say about that

we smile, laugh, hold each other

then it’s time to leave

 

until we meet again

coats buttoned tightly

against the wind