Today's prompt was to write a closing time / Miller Time / calling it a day poem. Here is my offering. Happy Day 30 and Happy National Poetry Month! See you again next year ...
Thursdays at Café Rosie Lee
(for old friends)
The sound of books closing, pens retracting
and backpacks zippering
signals the close of another academic day –
the beginning of Thursdays at Café Rosie Lee.
Taking three steps down into a cavern of warm, garlic heat
and the taste of creamed mushroom soup,
brings me effortlessly to my once-a-week world
of food, friendship and Sangria.
We play cards and talk about Shakespeare
with equal amounts of passion,
seated around our usual table in the corner.
Without fail, the staff at Rosie Lee’s
knows we are coming.
They prepare extra plates
of rosemary chicken and wild rice.
Laughter springs in bursts from Samantha.
With smiling eyes,
she knows the strength and bend of my heart.
Pauline has languid, bawdy stories to weave –
I could sit and listen to her rich, round voice all night.
Sheila brings life and light everywhere she goes –
making me believe that we could jump right through this roof,
if we wanted to.
We share a love of books –
the weight, texture and scent of them.
We console each other over exam-time stress
and demanding professors.
Living inside the words,
and one too many pitchers of fruity wine,
exists the struggle to know ourselves fully.
and our breath,
we take a great leap into the unknown
with a mighty yawp!
Cristina M. R. Norcross