Friday Night Meeting (Poem)

Friday night, we met for dinner
End of work-week ritual meant
To honor a freedom dwindling
   unknown to us as we enjoyed
   our evening in preparation
   for indefinite remainders.    

They arrived in a pair, through push–
   doors into the new-city pub
   Couldn’t believe my eyes, only
   gawp as he arrived—veritable,    
   familiar and true . . . back they moved
   shooting pool in view, a short stop
   on Friday’s itinerary.

   They never made it—Friday night
      meetings lead to like encounters
   As luck would have . . . or fate or chance
   My old friends, our table instead

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