Friends after a hiatus.

Harry, come on over
Sit down with your tea.
You’n me, how long’s it been
And winter gets us down.
Remember the months
You and I and Sam
Found the time to
Meet Sundays early for a gab.
Topics all over the place.
Face to face.
Mano a mano.
Transparent, yielding
Betimes?
(Harry hasn’t spoken yet.)
Left arm, hand, not
Holding the tea
Devastated by a stroke.
Had not dared to connect.
To draw from men’s Well.
Pity.
Other men, adrift the same.