The corners of my mouth lift slightly, long before my eyes sense the dance of daybreak. Sweet voices on my windowsill. Younger ones reply, eagerly awaiting something squirmy Ground beans releasing their nutty aroma Hiss and gurgle into the pot beneath Bacon spitting at potatoes…

Excitement throbs within. The airport is full, Yet no one coughs And everyone is smiling. I walk on, just grinning as I make my way through the crowds. Surprise, elation as I’m upgraded to first class at no charge. They’ve overbooked. A pleasant, older man…

Friendship 1/2 marathon poem #6 Feeling friendship Sensing love Needing cuddles Having fun Feeding feelings Laughing joy Wanting friendship Here today. (C) Scott Coe 2020