Morning comes
Nathan visits
We talk about our lives
over a Cappuccino
at Starbucks
no seats
We share a table with a guy with a small dog
Scott is in the conversation and Baby the dog
Scott leaves
We talk about finances and our children
We talk for almost 2 hours
Starbucks' tables become empty
It is over 70 degrees in February
The dialog started for us in September
It continues
I in a sling
A poet friend comes by
We talk as if no one but us is there
My hair blows softly
My heart rises
Life is good!
In my lucky Starbucks
Life is good!
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