Out and about in our small town …

Out and about in our small town

I met friend after friend, some

not seen in months. We caught up

with what’s been happening. One’s

elderly husband died not long ago;

also she told me a neighbour’s moved,

whom I’d been wondering about.

She gave me a kiss and promised

to drop in for a cuppa soon. Another’s 

(not elderly) husband is having a show

next month of his paintings; I said I’d

attend. As I left the pharmacy, I was hailed 

from a car behind me, about to leave the kerb, 

calling a reminder: we’ve entered dark moon.

Flitting like mist through our winter town, 

I met friend after friend. I’m warmed solid.