Rich, Dale and I gather awaiting Roy.
We sun in window seats at Geraldine’s,
a favorite breakfast spot.
We share our old-man stories.
Speak of families, graduations
and children moving on.
We wander familiar political paths,
wade and wind intrigues.
We tell travel stories about Arizona and Hawaii.
Little is said of sports, his specialty.
We fall silent. Roy cannot join us.
They’re reviewing my cancer treatment.
“Go ahead without me.”