Tonight's Poet Corner: We Meet Again

We Meet Again
by Belinda Roddie

Sore fingers on frets
and old friends by your side,
playing songs you wrote years ago
that still sound new and fresh in
your ears. The night's infantile and

infinitesimal in the grand scheme
of your life, but it's a light in the sky,
a star guiding your smile and time.
Or maybe it's just an airplane heading

south. At least, that's what caught
one of your buddies off guard when
figuring out which way was north.

It starts to get cold out, but the strings
are still hot against your hands. Pizza
and waffles are warm in your stomach.
Hot cider and whiskey await you when

you return to your temporary home for
the week. You plan to sleep well tonight,
and drink and laugh and sing more
as the year closes its December door.

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