[POEM] root beer and wings 

root beer and wings

After my run, that familar sweat and smell lingering 
Three words in a text: I’m so hungry 
I suggest an old favorite tune of ours
and we sat at the bar 
ordered root beer and wings
I guess it would be a day of familiar for me

Our conversations have shifted lately 
It used to be all talk of our Shakespearean tragedy
and witty, somewhat caustic banter 
But these days we share our interests 
you tell me of the urban garden you and your partner are growing 
the birds you’ve seen outside your window
the latest in your newish journey in religion 

These days I’m more likely to pull out from my bag a map of my favorite forest 
Show you which trails I ran that week 
Talk about technical terrain and how the forest changes each time I’m out there 

During lunch you laughed and said:
“You just told me two names of people who have broken records running the Appalachian Trail.”
an observation we both lingered in quietly

I guess you could say things have changed 
But there we were drinking root beer and sharing wings
With that old familiar laughter and that old familiar ease
So some things change but some things don’t and somehow 
This is all becoming a new familiar to me 

/ / / 

Gina Thompson
5 May 2017
Bellefonte PA


About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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