My Cardboard Balcony

Text to a Friend by Belinda Roddie   Never forget me, little broken heart / I'll find some thread and sew you a new one / it won't be as loud or blazing, but / it'll be nice to feel the cushion / protecting all your little dreams. -BR

I realized, with a light laugh, that a client at my law firm was named Robert Browning. I addressed it to him over a light lunch at the nearest café. "Like the poet." He frowned at me over his latte "Come again?" "Robert Browning. The poet. I haven't read much." He smiled and recited a whole verse of Browning perfectly. I had a beautiful, literary nerd moment and washed it down with a cup of black coffee.