The meal
04.09.08 (9:41 am) [edit] |  |
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The meal
Four friends at a meal at the Atlanta airport,
in the atrium near the clock,
a good place to meet those arriving from their journeys.
There is one nice restaurant,
that day it was quiet so we decided to eat there;
it was a good match we four,
older,
kind of mature,
just enough not to be boring
yet not too much, so we could actually act like kids.
Funny how adults are when together,
when there is trust,
just fun seems to flow,
no deep thoughts
just laughing,
joking
poking fun,
the food good
the wine better I guess,
being the driver I could not have any,
yet not important,
for people often get me glowing in and of themselves,
How can one not believe in the soul
for where does the glow come from,
the gentleness
the wisdom that is part of humor?