friday night out

they were sipping coffee, later that night,

in the windows of a corner café and it felt like

the corner of a large, vibrant, magnetic city.

it was just the two, recounting the week

of patients and losses and bettering measures

of participants trying rhetoric and facilitation and leadership.

and as they biked home across the bridge,

her behind him in the wind, holding on tight,

all was well.

they arrived in the sleeping neighborhood,

on the other side of the river

and the stars peered out poised and brave.

everything was quiet, waiting for another spring breeze

to awake the world

in the morning.

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