As He Waited for the Half and Half
His meter was not running out
this time, he laughed, and to my left
this time, he laughed, and to my left
a white-shirted fellow under forty told his
cropped silver haired woman companion
on the neighboring stool by the window about
“our children’s passion” at the Village Starbucks
on New Year’s day 2010.
By Janice Silverman Rebibo
