[POEM] root beer and wings 

root beer and wings
for Jason

After my run, that familiar 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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