Sunday went by without a written word,
five glasses of wine and shitake mushrooms
were gratefully consumed in a French restaurant,
a good friend sat across from us
many spoken words, laughter and smiles
filled the mostly empty restaurant.
Sunday would have felt incomplete if it
had not been filled with such friendship,
sometimes energy for the written word
is overtaken by the need for friendship
and conversation.
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