Maureen drops in to see how I’m going.
No, she doesn’t need coffee. We sit and talk,
laugh, discuss books, other friends, our families,
and what a sad disappointment our latest PM
has turned out to be post-honeymoon – in bed
with the fossil fuel providers, just like all the rest.
Still, we part feeling better. Friendships are always
such joy, even in the face of large disasters.
This is one of the series of daily short poems I'm doing this year as a kind of diary or 'Book of Days'. I just realised it fits quite nicely with this week's Friday Writings prompt #69: Darkness and Light, at Poets and Storytellers United.
