Half Peg of Life

A little sunset,

white fenced courtyard,

A few jolly good faces

And memories - mostly bubbles.

We didn't burst them intentionally.

Dinner.

Candles, not lamps, half burned.

As we talk, all at once,

The sea helps with its own hush.

Wind blows, so do we.

Little into our melancholy,

Much into life as it is, for us.

Strangers,

we meet at a table.

We laugh, we drink

Lime with Soda.

Not all nights are for scotch.

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(For a friend)