like so many dawns
age poignant in retrospect
like grape juice into wine.
Even the walk-ons
and stray characters in our film
now seem larger than life
in the afternoon vintage.
Like the tall plain-faced waitress
who served us coffee and biscuits and
omelets and pancakes while I mused
"What a nice place to work."
That morning so recent and so long ago
with a comradely rain that made for privacy
lingers like the black coffee we sipped forever
two pots and three sitting on the granite counter
like time immemorial.