Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Old Ways

Dash through co-op aisles

speed-foraging for

chia cookies, strawberry jam,

a greeting card

Familiar silhouette catches my eye

mind settles back down

no way

it can’t be Jane

this woman seems too thin

still, eyes smile through 

a double mask

Groceries had been the priority 

a friend’s apparition takes the moment 

as if a spell has been cast

creating awkward silence 

Mutually, we shun the idea of moving closer 

(what would be the point?)

followed by a hesitant wave, 

remembering how we used to 


talk and hug