I have a few which is news to me
Tom drops by in the mornings with his travel
mug my mother would call it a coffee klatch
we review our terrible histories with fathers
and talk about the father he’s become and how much
it will cost to replace gutters the ice brought down
and then there’s soft-spoken Harvey
with whom I enjoy long pauses in conversation about how
they raised the Nelson town hall and put a foundation
underneath
during which we both look at Mt. Monadnock and then down
at the ground and then back at each other silence precipitating
the pretty weather we share before he goes inside for lunch
when I had to pack up my office Tom boxed
and loaded books into my car I didn’t think he’d want
to but his idea of friendship includes carrying heavy things
at the dog park the retired Marine with the schnauzer
asked do you have a husband I replied I don’t care for men
in that way as a Marine James mostly played cards
on a supply ship now he mostly hunts and fishes
climbs his orchard ladder for my Cortlands
and in trout season leaves, in my fridge, two rainbows
Copyright © 2015 by Robin Becker. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 1, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.