Who would have thought
The two of us
Would cross paths in the way we did
I for one am thankful
For the change of plans
For Geoffrey's hands
For the variety of beers
For the music in our ears
For your tats on display
For feel of the Friday
For the Uber on call
For the weed in the bowl
For the time delay
For the fact, it was the very last day
Of my time in SFO
YOU ARE READING
Homegrown POEMS
PoetryThey forced their way to the surface and my fingers did as they were told.
