Often my husband and I meet for dinner at a busy restaurant.
I’ll ride the bus so we can drive home together in his truck.
Whoever’s there first grabs a couple of seats at the bar,
orders two glasses of Malbec, sips one and waits.
I like to think that’s how it’ll be in the afterlife—
one a little behind the other, the door opening
into the hum of an obviously popular place.
Zigzagging through the crowd—that glad spark
of recognition, both of us brimming with news.
Another poem from my chapbook “Irresistible”, due out in March from Finishing Line Press. It’s been given a 2 day grace period so YES, pre-orders are still available until Jan. 14th !https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/irresistible-by-lynne-burnett/