Waiting
In an hour
or so a medical check up.
Then we’ll
be driving over to Lleida,
stopping
for lunch somewhere on the way this time,
kind of a
novelty as we usually find it waiting for us.
But with
the late start and all. And then
it’s not a
difference I dislike—so many times
after all
some of our best moments have come on quiet roads, just the two of us, on the
way to destinations previously arranged or come on by chance. A chance
arrangement, a road moment that leads to more, not aways pleasantly of course,
yet the
first urge is to remember bread and cheese and wine
on the side
of a small road,
fearful
heat perhaps,
but also the
strange fun of each other surprised at the ordinary discovery of strong coffee
at a roadside inn just there.
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